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Where the cold wind doth bloweth, (up my kilt) and the haggis do groweth and the hills do take NO prisoners. That's where you'll find me, is search of the illusive Swirly, ...and also the Scottish dream.....pubs open 24 hours... you may not be able to help me with the latter...but you could surely contribute to this ace sight!!!!
He can be reached at:
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