The language stuff is bringing back one of my favourite memories of my time in Glasgow. A South Asian guy walked by me, speaking on the phone in a language I didn’t recognise. He was firing away rapidly enough that it was either his first language or one he’s fluent in. I had no idea what the language was, but I could still clearly hear his Glaswegian accent in it

Anyway Farage ought to visit the botanical gardens so that he can lick a cactus like he deserves to