-- Yuv fucked this one up, ya daft cunt, the man said to him, raising a pint of eighty shillings to his lips. -- Eh? What? Boab was surprised again. -- You, Boab Coyle. Nae hoose, nae joab, nae burd, nae mates, polis record, sair face, aw in the space ay a few ooirs. Nice one, he winked and toasted Boab with his pint. This angered, but intrigued Boab. -- How the fuck dae you ken? Whae the fuckin hell ur you? The man shook his head, -- It's ma fuckin buisness tae ken. Ah'm God.