Oh, King Rat, you hero, you stalwart fighter. No surrender! Hang the pope and the IRA. String em up and bleed em tae death, that's the way to deal wi papist scum. "Yer forehead, yer bollocks, yer watch and yer wallet". You miserable shits, born fi yer mithers asshole. A turd is a turd is a turd. No perverted dream can change that fact, eat shite and die, fenian scum. No pope of Rome and all that shit...

Tae freakin hill, pick up the Union flag and fly it wi pride. Red, white and blue, that's the spirit. British, white an prood. The Hampden roor, screw papist tripe an smash em tae the groond. Well done Hearts, let's excell, join the maroon army up at Gorgie. Anither sell oot at Tynecastle as usuall. I have such a craving fi jam tarts, l cannae help it. Gobble, gobble...

Då är det stora dagen och jag antar att ni ska fira. Själv börjar jag julafton med en liten fylla. Är bortbjuden på eftermiddagen, kommer väl att vara lite vinglig så dags. Jag dukar fram spriten när jag åter kommit hem, då ska jag bli härligt full. Hoppas du slipper gå törstig.