No, infact, the more you deny them, the more folk will believe that ye did them. So your much better saying nothing at all. As a wise man once said to me: 'Tell them nothing!' and thats jeest the way its been for years.
I never touched the bantams, potatoes, herring, Jean's coal, gas bottles, diesel from the tank at the back of the yerd at the quay, spanners from the workshop, tins from the lockers doon the focsles, turnips from the fields, tax disk from the old jallopy, bags of whelks from the hall, lobsters from the keeps, Izal medicated from the clubhoose, nets from the car-park, post-cerds and the 'Wee Bell' from Campbells tearoom, sausages from the butcher's, fags from the machine in the public bar, kegs of Tenants Lager from the back of the Crubhan, anthracite from the bake-hoose, eggs from Achnasavil, strawberries and apples from the 'BigHoose', liquorice from the Bungalow Tearoom, lollies from Dick's counter, chopped logs from the forestry road, pheasants from Dippen Brae, sand from Torrisdale beach, two stroke oil for the Seagulls at Port na Cuil, prize leeks from Tormor, curly Kale from Woodside boxes of chocolate limes from the Filshill van and most certainly not ten and a half pun bullies still covered in lice and wrapped in plastic from anyones freezer.
But do the buggars listen: Damn the bit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
again, depends who you listen to.....
