"You a historian?" barked the man propping up the bar.
"No," I replied, trying to catch the barman's eye to order my round.
"Good. I'm always falling out with historians," he replied.
Delighted for you pal.
"The Yanks! Who would win in a fight between us and the Yanks?"
"Eh, the Yanks of course."
"Bah, the bloody Yanks! Never been in a proper fight! We'd beat 'em for sure. The British Army! Best army in the world."
Where's that barman...
Here we go...
"The English! We'd whip their arses... never been in a proper fight... Scottish soldiers... best soldiers in the world."
He drained his pint. The barman looked over.
"What can I get you?" Finally.
"Three pints of whatever this fella's on."