| Central - GLA |
| Parker | next. Poor cunt is the token |
| Central - GLA |
'Sneaky auld cunt,' | Parker | laughs. First ah've heard the |
| Central - GLA |
'Oh give it a rest,' | Parker | , the ginger wan, says. 'You'r |
| Central - GLA |
ind your phone, don't worry,' | Parker | says tae Dolly, when he stoap |
| Central - GLA |
'What kind of phone is it?' | Parker | asks Dolly. |
| Central - GLA |
ch ae his pals an says, 'Div, | Parker | , - Paco, Disco an ahm Mo.' He |
| Central - SEC |
eftirins. The ither wes cryed | Parker | . A dinna ken whit cam o him. |
| Central - LAL |
am Samson, Gavin Trimmle, the | Parker | brithers, Byllie Greenshield |
| Central - GLA |
Disco an | Parker | gie Paco a punt up an oan tae |
| Central - GLA |
knickers. He nudges Disco an | Parker | an they aw try an contain the |
| Doric - MNA |
oll, Peggy Seeger and Charles | Parker | . It lats ye ken fit the darg |
| Central - GLA |
"Well played, Angie,' says | Parker | . |
| Central - GLA |
an he makes a run fur it but | Parker | gets a hawd ae him. |
| Central - LAL |
ner turn tae the soor Dorothy | Parker | for a richt guid belly-lauch! |