I know several Scottish women. My are they feisty!
You would not wish to get into an argument with them as many have a very fierce wild temper. But they also know how to have a really good time as well.
I will never forget the first and last time we spent Hogmanay with our Scottish island friends. The whisky flowed relentlessly as we were first footing, going from house to house (which they pronounce as hoose to hoose) It very nearly finished us off. We were discreetly feeding the wee drams into plant pots.
At one hoose, the host was extremely drunk and morose and in a room full of people he started shouting at us because it was 5am and we could imbibe no longer. He called us miserable Sassenachs. His son pulled him up and said Daddy, they are guests in our house. That is when we quit and trudged back to our friends croft in the snow to collapse in bed. The others were still at it until about 9am.
I don't know any German people, we only came across several on holidays when they rushed out of their hotel rooms at the crack of dawn, to place their towels on the sun beds around the pool, claiming their place, whoops are you German? No offence meant, all in fun.
