I have a huge discovery to share with you: Scotland is Pakistan.
A mountaineous hinterland full of angry bearded men wearing women’s clothing, who seem to be suspiciously close to their livestock. Cuisine based on bits of sheep the sheep didn’t know they had. Centuries of clan warfare and a “culture of honor” that seems to boil down to fratricidal violence and being perpetually aggrieved about everything. Only ever do well under British rule. Languages about equidistant from English.
The only significant difference is that, on top of everything else, the Scots are drunk.