Happy Burns Day

We'll be enjoying our McSween's haggis (vegetarian) tonight with our neeps and tatties, and again in a couple of weeks' at our friends' annual Burns Supper. Mr C will be doing the honours in Addressing the Haggis, wearing his kilt, not only looking the part, but as the only Scotsman there, sounding it as well. My favourite bit is -

"His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An cut you up wi ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!"

This is a blip from my Dad's book of Burns poems and letters and illustrates Tam O'Shanter escaping from the witch, who is left with only his horse's tail. In return for a few drams of Grouse my Dad would recite the whole poem from memory. He would be invited to do so at many Burns Suppers in the county. He also wrote dialect poetry though sadly must have destroyed it all.

Enjoy your haggis wherever you are!