When in a Glasgow restaurant, I ordered sausage, gravy, and mash.
I couldn't help noticing the sausage tasted odd... I was getting hints of Buckfast, cigarette ends, heroin, failure, and deep-fried Mars bars.
I asked the waiter, 'What kind of sausage is this?'
He replied, 'Oh, that's our Cumbernauld Sausage.'