How Scottish is the Kilt?

I was walking down Argyle Street in Glasgow one Sunday morning with a bear of a hangover, having been to a football match the day before. We had wound up at a party after the game and I was only now heading home. I eventually became aware of being kerb crawled... by a bus.


I looked up. Half a dozen panoramic windows of Japanese tourists were hitting me with a full broadside of camera action.