Technically, Scotchland is part of Engerland, in the same way that Japan is part of China, New Zealand is part of Australia and the US of A is part of Canadia. In other words, it ain't. See the map in Part 1.
"So how come you have the same Queen?" I hear you ask. "And how come you almost speak the same language?" And most importantly, "Why do you intersperse every other sentence with an unintelligible exclamation such as Jings, Crivvens or Help Ma Boab?"1
It's quite simple, really. Engerland ran out of kings and queens (Liz I died just after 4pm with no heir), so we lent them one of ours - James VI, who came to the throne at the tender age of one - and the English never returned him. He spoke Scotch at the time, of course, and quickly taught it to his new subjects in place of that Latin they'd picked up from their Roman masters (that French bloke doesn't count), but they adapted it to suit themselves, dropping H's, adding E's and inserting their own sweary words, and called it Olde Englishe. Oh, and they called him James I, as if the first five didn't count.Hey, just think! When Scotchland regains her independence, we'll get our monarch back! Any chance of skipping Chuck and Horseface and going straight to Billy the Kid?
1 I could tell you the answer, but then I'd have to kill you. The noo.
