Happy Burns Night!

This will get the Scottish blood pumping round my veins again! It's Burns Night! And for once I have actually remembered and am celebrating it.... OK Jacqueline remembered it and invited some friends round for tea! Nevertheless we are having the traditional haggis, neeps, and tatties, and I plan to recite some Burns, despite my shamefully anglified accent, and of course there will the obligatory consumption of Single Malt Whiskey!

For those who don't know what you are missing, or for Scotland's prodigal sons like me, who have forgotten the details, the BBC have a great page devoted to the Burns Night activities.... Don't worry, we won't be doing them all!! I cannay learn the bagpipes in four hours!

To give you a flavour, it would be apt to let the great bard himself have the final word:

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll mak it whissle;
An' legs an' arms, an' hands will sned,
Like taps o' trissle.

Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer
Gie her a haggis!