I’ll jist feeze aff the tap o the wee bottle here fur us tae have wee a dram or two inside us oan this oorlich Summer efternuin.
Aye the world’s cheengin. What’s goan tae be left fer the weans efter us?
Compared tae when I was a wean there’s damn few fish in the river and hardly a bug tae be foond on yer motor’s windscreen.
I mind back when they wiz a bugger an ye’d tae clean it iviry few miles.
feeze: a screwing or twisting motion.
I’ll just screw off the top of this reasonable bottle of whisky here so that we can have a little measure or two inside of us on this damp raw bleak Summer afternoon.
Yes indeed the world is changing. What’s going to be left for the children after us?
Compared to when I was a child there’s damn few fish left in the river and hardly a bug to be found on your car’s windscreen.
I remember back when they were a nuisance and it had to be cleaned every few miles.