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The term "English" is generally accepted as covering Scots, Welshmen, weasels, earthworms and other assorted lower animals found in London and in its immediate and non-immediate vicinity (the latter sometimes being referred to as "The British Isles"), isn't it?
But seriously...my father was a Scot, actually, though he didn't have the dubious distinction of being a Glaswegian.
I suppose, if you are one, that's reason enough to take your threats of evisceration just a smidgin more seriously than such threats are usually taken on the Interwebz. I don't know about nowadays, but during the period when my sensitive and brilliant mind was just being formed and nurtured the city had a reputation for casual, everyday violence that made Kingston, Jamaica look like Kingston-on-Thames. I don't know if you remember the excellent BBC "Play for Today" series that was broadcast throughout the 60s and 70s. It formed my cultural values and aspirations much more decisively than did my years at university some time later, as is true, I think, of many intellectuals of working-class origin of my generation. A marvellous portrait of the Glaswegian "hard man" culture of the time, starring the blues singer Frankie Miller, sticks particularly clearly in my mind: "Just A Boys Game", which must have been broadcast about 1977 or 1978.
I only mention it, of course, because it was one of the two or three British TV plays of that decade which, remarkably, omitted all mention of Cracky.
Well, one of the two or three thousand....