It reminds me of the story of Margaret thatcher when prime minister. She visited a small hamlet in the highlands of Scotland and attended a political meeting in the vllage hall. During the meeting there was the usual shouting, chanting and heckling with a few of the locals chanting in dialect and Gaelic - stuff like "Brochan! Brochan! Brochan!"
Maggie only found out what this meant as she left the hall and walked back to her hotel as one of the local Tory party aides advised her to watch her feet in the dog's brochan. :)
