Only that last bit saved you, lad. And it's half
Scot, not Scottish.
Heh.
Seriously, my lady love is half Irish and I live in a town that does love its Irish roots, so I get it. I'm still not going to drift away from my love of good Highland whiskey.
My ancestors came from Galway, and Cork, and that was in the 1850's. They settled in San Francisco. One of their 9 children moved to Oakland, and he was never forgiven!
One way to get the attention of a Scott, is to simply say: "Donald, where are your trousers"? We enjoy giving each other a bit of a rib, but it is in good fun.
By the way, do you know how to tell a Scott from an Irishman in a pub? Simple. Look for a smile. The fellow with the missing teeth is the Scotty.
The guy holding on to his pint glass of Guinness with a huge smile, is an Irishman.
I really enjoyed visiting Irish pubs, and was always invited to sit in with the musicians. So far the Irish pubs in the United States that have Irish musicians refuse to allow you to sit in. It is a different world.
We have a British pub down the street from our house, and it is across the street from the new Apple headquarters in Cupertino. Almost everyone that works there is from Mexico. So authentic!
It is a small world. It turns out that a cousin of mine lives near us, and she along with her seven brothers and sisters lived in the house that my great great grandfather was raised in. We met them in Ireland, in Moneymore (Galway - there are two Moneymore's in Ireland). They made a very nice DVD of the house, farm, and surrounding area. They said that I looked like their brother Patrick.
Tom