1983. Official bus from Pittodrie to Munich. Dick Donald waved us off. Nice touch. We stopped at motorway services ( autobahn servis hooseyy ?). At about 9pm just before last bit of journey. We order food and the service girls speak to us in beautiful English. One of our own , a pissed up teuchter asks her in broad Doric "Foo far is Tae Munich quince ??"........... Strangely they didn't quite understand. So he repeated it , louder and more slowly. Aye. Hype !!!

