Avoiding the bailiffs after doing a bunk from his Lochee bedsit leaving gas and lecky bills unpaid?




Hiding from Jute City Council’s Council Tax Department?




Sh1tting it from the money lenders that funded his gambling habits?




Escaping his local smack dealer’s henchmen’s kneecapping hammers?




Dodging the CSA while a skanky 40-fags-a-day wreck of a former Mrs Tittydice is in the 19th floor of a 1960s highrise with a brood of juttie waifs howling insults at strangers in a poxy wee juttie accent about being gay?




All the above?