peet and me went oot one night built us some joints wi a cargo of wine so its off to the greeny and then on to the jaw it was pitch black this night if you could have seen us wee were such a sight out our nut the tow of were and what a treck to it was and wee never got there oh what a night...staggering all over the hills and lost like sheep wi no light to see in front of our feet following our bottle of wine till it was drunk and by this time we were pure steeming falling down pot hols wi mud up to our necks wi nae wine left and neairly out of pot lighting our last one to try see our way in the dark and by this time peet was trying to phone for the coastgard i said tae him hear comes the farmer and hes going tae shoot us down wi his gun for spoling his sheep on the moore but so glad it was as he gave us both a lift back of the moore..but ohhh what a night pure boggoin wi muck but fuckin brilliant oh what a night ....