I'm no longer a consumer of this particular 'golden nectar', which might go some way to explaining why I don't fit any of the criteria meted out here (anyone who knows me care to challenge that?) in a new TV ad loosely based on the Kipling poem.
No doubt many don't consider me a proper Scot anyway.
Actually I do remember very occasionally being called 'jock' when I lived in London ... but it tended to annoy me.
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