In the Bagel Factory in Central Railway Station, Glasgow, a soldier behind me was 'supportin'' me. Due to a mutually exclusive event I laughed at a private joke (ie I received a Chinese Whisper, 'Say no thanks!') The soldier didn't take to it, as he thought I was laughin' @ him. He murmured, 'Buck Off.' I could live with that!

Wee John was on Argyle Street (for fifteen years). I made sure he got his feet fixed. I gave him a tenner & chocolates for Christmas. Before leavin' for myself to relax with a good pint of Guinness in the Norse Shoe Bar, a young neds, wearin' a green shell-suit & jacket to match plus trousers with white trainers approached John.

The wee man on Argyle Street was on one side. His opposite number, Alan, was on the other side of the street. They watched over each other. As I left wee John the neds emitted, 'Buck off'. I seen wee John again walkin' on Gordon Street - that was good news as he began to walk, but what worried me was that the neds back on Argyle Street could have told wee John to buck off as well!

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