A pint with Baker.

[Roger Kettle]

I'm just back from a couple of beers with Rob Baker, who is on a tour of Scotland at the moment with some friends from his native Somerset. We sat outside a harbour pub in Broughty Ferry, looked across the River Tay and raised a glass to all our absent friends on this site. And I mean absent. My God, it's been quiet here. Anyway, we had a fine time and it was good to catch up after, we reckon, about ten years since our last get-together.
That's it, really. There were hardly any naked women or sheep involved.

[Mince]

I won't believe it until I hear Rob's side of the story.

[Roger Kettle]

I left him in the pub with his friends. They had just ordered several bottles of wine so I doubt if there will be "his side of the story".

[Mince]

So you could be lying and just name dropping.

[The Peepmaster]

Broughty Ferry in the sunshine sounds great, Roger. Sorry the sheep didn't turn up. They can be a let down.

See you in Rothesay soon.

[Malc]

Sorry the sheep didn't turn up. They can be a let down

Especially the inflatable ones.

[Vulture]

Sorry the sheep didn't turn up. They can be a let down

Especially the inflatable ones.

It sounds as though you speak from experience, Malc. 

[Colin]

Sorry the sheep didn't turn up. They can be a let down

Especially the inflatable ones.

Or you could have had these one's just off the M8 at Bathgate.

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

I had a bright red jumper once. I always wondered...

[peter]

Heard about red herrings but that's ridiculous.

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

Of course, I know where my scarf came from....

[Malc]

It sounds as though you speak from experience, Malc

...and a b-a-a-a-a-ad experience too.

[The Peepmaster]

Ewe mutton ewes sheep puns, cos of the ramifications.

[Vulture]

Ewe mutton ewes sheep puns, cos of the ramifications.

 

[Malc]

Yeah, flock off.