Whatever that means
It was Moffat’s idea to pack the weans in the car, with tents, and head for the hills for the weekend. I imagined some laddish weekend with men sitting in a circle around a blazing fire drinking while their kids turned feral in the woods, picking on the smallest one. So I could immediately see the appeal and threw what turned out to be too many clothes and too little home brew into the car and went for it. And just when you thought it couldn’t degenerate any further, jaybroek coincidentally appeared.