From our Dear Scottish friend, Ned - who apparently met up with Bob one night at the Drunken Duck. The proof it seems, is in the Plum Pudding, so to speak.
"Ah wis haein a dram wi' mah auld mukker, Boab, at th' Dunken Duck Tavern up thare in th' Lakeland region o sassenach land. Efter a few roonds, he starts telling me a' aboot his problems. It seems th' folks up thare at Gawith ur riding his bahookie aboot nae follaein th' recipes 'n' sic. Sae he tells me, mynd ye he haes bin swallyin sin sun up, that he's bin juicing th' product whin na yin is keekin. Ah say tae him, "Bob, ye better be canny, someone is aff tae catch ye 'n' th' neist thing ye ken, ye wull be sacked." Ned, says he, "maybe in bonnie Scotland ye fellows lik' tae speil it safe, bit 'ere in merry auld Englain, if ye cannae pish in yer ain nest, then whaur th' hell kin ye piss?" Tis a true story, ilka word o' it. "