"So we get into the barber’s at about 11:30 and pinch the last slot of the night. Inside they had this sick game which I guess was similar to an American version of curling. Curling is pretty much the only sport Scotland are any good at, so I was fucking great at this. I’m telling you. I was like a duck to water. I should have put some money down on the table ‘cause I was smashing everything and anyone daft enough to step up to the plate. On the right of the shot is the lesser spotted Rab, in all his glory, representing Glasgow in his Dixon Avenue Basement Jams T-shirt. Obviously he is losing but he's putting a brave face on it."