Come on the garage!

Man standing in garage entrance. Leith.

I used to frequent the casino on York Place on almost a weekly basis
and would often end up on a Blackjack table with a group of guys from Musselburgh. We were all quite good and could kinda control the table.
Especially if we filled all the seats.
For some reason, whenever we won, which we did quite often, they would all shout Come on the garage! I would join in as loudly as I could
because I would have been pretty lashed up on cheap whisky.
But mainly because I love to shout random bollocks.