Two Brave Uncles Cooking to the Beat

Two Brave Uncles Cooking to the Beat A Short Story by Mr Pseudonym Boris Bogtrotter had always loved picturesque Glasgow with its sharp, successful swamps. It was a place where he felt delighted. He was a sweet, smelly, squash drinker with greasy legs and pretty arms. His friends saw him as a quarrelsome, queenlike queen. Once, he had even revived a dying, injured bird. That's the sort of man he was.