A Scottish novel, frae Scotland, made wi'girders, aboot Glasgae etc etc.
Hairy Pierre, unwashed, big fisted, sunburnt, small time smuggler, soon to be big time hero (if the Anglo-Saxons would just get a move on with the Second Front).
Gaston de Chretian, one time noviciate turned Royalist fanatic.
But wait, the English intervene:
with an inappropriate (certainly not PC) song by a limp wristed fellow in a silk dressing gown.
Ah, it is but a ruse:
Yes! We are talking Too Fat Lardies and:
the stage is set.
To be continued...