"'Far be it from me . . . . .' this is the Very Reverend Angus MacAngus, Daphne, dear heart, not me," and Daphne squinted at Maude, whose face was hidden behind the broadsheet Scotsman newspaper, "thankyou, my dearest, I rather gather that you are continuing to read out his piffle!" and Maude took a breath before continuing: "now, where was I, oh yes, '. . . . . to debunk other researchers who have mounted their hobby-horses and gee-gees and ridden into the lists to do battle with one of the greatest, finest, most noble of our ancestors who more than The Bruce or Wallace devoted his entire life, his energies, his every breath to manumit the Scottish People from the Yoke of their Enslavement by the Romans, the Angles, the Saxons, the Normans, the Plantagenets, the Tudors and ultimately, the Germans, in other words, the Sassenachs from the Southern half of this Island, and it will be no surprise to many, even if it is a shock to other, more blinkered tinkerers with History, when I name He of whom I speak as . . . . .'" and when Maude paused, Daphne snarled: "Sir Parlane MacFarlane! the fuckwit, who else could he possibly be talking about? does he think we are all as stupid as he is? the man may be Very Reverend but he is also Exceedingly Idiotic and with his head stuck so far up his own arse all he can see, taste, smell and lick is his own Shite and you know what SISO stands for, don't you?" and Maude grinned, "yes, my dear, 'Shite In, Shite Out!" at which Daphne clapped her hands and said: "give me the other Angus MacAngus any day, the uneducated rustic who takes a firm hold of one's Saddle, inserts his nozzle and starts pumping into your inner-tube with all his might and main – now that's a Man worthy of being called a Man; the Very Reverend one is nothing but a Wet Fart in comparison – no use to man nor beast and the faster it's got rid of the healthier our Body Politick is, and you can put that in your pipe and smoke it, Maude!"