I can only assume that being displaced in of time is like being a scotsman passing through London. Like spots like. I was lying in a tiny park in central london enjoying the sunshine when “HAW, SPARE ANYHING FUR A BEVY” “Sorry no” “HEY YUR FAE GLASGAE! AHM FAE LENNOXTOWN!” *facepalm*

(it goes downhill from there. He got the money)