A couple of pints. That was the plan. On the face of it a simple objective but Scottish drinking plans are fluid and complex affairs. That aside, How far off course could the quest for a couple of beers in the quiet coastal town of North Berwick go? Two lagers, an assault on Somalia in search of pirates, the involvement of gangsters, terrorists, National Security Services and a packet of crisps please. That is surely stretching it a bit far. Forget...