There's this strange, strange boy on my course. Fancies himself as a bit of a lad but doesn't talk much to anyone.
On the way out one of my mates asks him "You up to much tonight, Sam?" and he replies - "Yeah, going Fruity. Gonna be very messy. Gonna have a right Dunblane of a night."
I went "A what, mate?". "Dunblane. You know, like that Scottish thing? Gonna get wasted."