shite being scottish

I’ve got jury duty for the next two weeks, and although it seems complaining about your jury summons is the popular thing to do, I’m really kind of enjoying it. I get paid time off from work to sit around and read books, and everybody keeps commending me for performing my civic duties. I finally finished that door-stop of a monstrosity my dad recommended and I started Trainspotting today. The entire book is written in dialect, so you can’t help but hear Ewan in your head as you read. I have to concentrate hard on holding back the brogue when my fellow jur-ors interrupt me to ask chatty questions. It’s not my fault you forgot to bring your sudoku, number 11485. Ya doss cunt.