I copy in its entirety a small article by Robert McNeill in The Scotsman (24 April 2007) – sorry no hyperlink.
He saw these apparent country folk in Edinburgh and was spurred to write about them. This is much better quality than I could achieve and, therefore, my motto comes into play: “If they do it better just pinch it and print it.”
"An Everyday Story of (Pretend) Country Folk
Spotted in the city the other day: the lesser waxed Countryside Alliance buffoon. This guy had the lot: flat cap, some kind of ornate tweed cape thing, and hideous trousers tucked into his socks. His burd wore green wellies. Was she anticipating having to wade through acres of mud in the mall?
The wearing of such ludicrously inappropriate clothing indicated that these primitives were trying to tell us something. It was this “we are from another planet called Countryside. We mangle other creatures. Up to our knees in entrails, we are superior to you.” Correction: in evolutionary terms, these people are inferior. Even neds may look down upon them. They are a pox on the countryside, which abhors them. Nothing is more unnatural than the professional rustic, particularly those in Scotia adopting the whole Anglo-Barbour rig-out in which to mince hither and yon.
The Countryside Alliance is largely to blame for this buffoonery. It started life as a front for fox-manglers but has, inadvertently, found itself having to take an interest in real rural issues, which are of little account to the urban fantasists in Embra’s New Town who make up much of its support.
As a result, nothing much is heard of the sinister organisation now, and it’s hoped that sightings of dim strutters, such as the evolutionary throwbacks described above, will become increasingly rare.”