He's From Glasgow

This fella was wandering through Belfast with a carry out, looking for a party he'd been told about. A gang of spides* confronted him.

"Where you going?"
"A party."
"What's in the bag?"
"Booze & fags."
"Geez a look... we'll have these," and the spides confiscated his party fuel.
"Ach," said the fella, "what am I going to take to the party now?"

"Give him back the drink, he needs it," said the head spide.
"He's from Glasgow."


*Belfast for ned