Donald MacDonald from the Isle of Skye was admitted to Oxford University, and was now living in his first year of residence there. His clan was very excited that one of their own had made it into the upper class of education, but were concerned how he’d do in “that strange land.” After the first month, his mother came to visit, with reinforcements of whiskey and oatmeal.
“And how do you find the English students, Donald?” she asked.
“Oh, Mother,” he replied, shaking his head sadly, “they’re such terrible, noisy people: The one on that side keeps banging his head against the wall, and won’t stop; and the one on the other side screams and screams and screams away into the night.”
“But Donald! How do you manage with those dreadful noisy English neighbors?”
“Well, mother, I just ignore ‘em. I just stay here quietly, playing my bagpipes…”