He cleared his throat, lapsing deeper into his scottish accent. "I'm being told I look terrible by a man with a massive hang-over and who smells as if he's been living on pub floors all of his life, lovely..."
He shook his head, "Gourock is countryside, nothing but sheep fields and a port, I go a little mad with out a bit of society, and yes, I realize I'm talking about the north and sheep but I'm not from that far north. But we're not discussing me here, I'm tired of seeing the name 'Callum Young' splashed across the gossip pages, you need to shape up or at least be more careful."