Tony McIver looked at the battered old Ford Fiesta, ‘Ye think that’ll get us tae Dundee? Looks like a feckin antique.’ His good friend Johnny Mullin shook his head, ‘Oh Ye of little faith! Just get in and we’ll go pick up daft arse.’ Tony had a look of mock shock on his face, ‘daft arse? That’s my brother yer talking aboot!’ He thought for a second before continuing, ‘but yer right daft as a brush.’ Johnny jumped into the driver’s seat as Tony opened the creaking door of the passenger side...
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