As the name might suggest, Billy was our driver on our trip into the country side of Edinburgh. Not the usual grumpy old man, you’d expect a driver to be, but (to me at least) he was essence of the Scottish national character, which we were met with by the Scottish people. Polite, obliging, ready for a laugh and of course had the lovely Scottish accent.
His humor shined through in his stories about Scotland. Everything was told with a passion and his own personal touch, which made the trip much more enjoyable. His explanation of “hirry coo-o-o-oo-oo-oos” (the last two o’s are silent), his advice about which pubs were good and sing-alongs of the great Scottish bands.
Even when he told more patriotic stories about Scotland, he was ready to make a bit of fun of it, i.e. how every boy and girl, including himself, in his home village are named William or Williamisa (after William Wallace, the greatest hero of Scotland) and how it was a long time since Scotland had won a football- or rugby match.
There is so much more to tell about, but it would end up being too trivial, and I would never be able to give a crystal clear picture of how entertaining and straight out awesome he was. To me, and some of my class mates, Billy was the representative of the Scottish national character – and what a great national character it is!
Kasper BH, 2c
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