Here is the final art of the wee doggie looking to go wee. I like the word wee and not just because I've haggis in my blood. Being of Scottish stock does help though.
This chap in fact looks like a Glasgow punter if I'm not mistaken.
This chap in fact looks like a Glasgow punter if I'm not mistaken.
I met a million slightly effete aging rockers like this at the pub on Duke street when I lived with old Uncle Jimmy. They were always proud of their singing voices and to a man, exploited vibrato like Caruso risen from the grave.
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