But it's no for us to complain.

There's waur jobs oot in France for better men ...

A word in your ear, Mr Brand.

Could ye not look a bit more sheepish?
Ye stare folk ower straight in the een, like a Hieland sergeant-major up at Maryhill Barracks.' And he winked slowly and grotesquely with his left eye.
He marched to a cupboard and produced a black bottle and glass.

'I'm blue-ribbon myself, but ye'll be the better of something to tak the taste out of your mouth.