This bloke Sam's been working on the stock exchange for 15 years and the stress has finally got to him.So he quits his job and buys a cottage in the middle of nowhere, right up in the highlands of Scotland.

For six months he doesnt see a soul, until one evening, just as hes finishing his dinner, theres a knock on the door.He opens it and there, on his door step, is a gigantic, ginger-bearded Scotsman in a kilt.

Names Hamish. Im your neighbour from the other side of the glen.Im having a party on saturday and I thought you might like to come along.
Thats very kind of you,says Sam.After six months of this Im ready to meet some of the locals.Thank you very much.
Good says Hamish with a smile. I better warn you though ,theres going to be some serious drinking done.
No problem says Sam.After 15 years in the stock markets I can drink with the best of them.
More likely to be a bit of a punch up at some point as well says Hamish.
Oh Im sure I,ll be OK, says Sam.Ican look after myself,and besides I tend to get along with most people.
One last thing says Hamish as he turns to leave, Ive seen some pretty wild sex at these parties as well.

Well now your talking says Sam,what time shall I come over.?
Oh whatever time suits you, says Hamish .After all its only going to be the two of us.