Burns Beano

An enjoyable Friday morning visiting the wrinklies, doing a shop and then cleaning the gaff. And then, after, up to Just Sitting’s gaff for another of his excellent Burns Suppers in the most celebrated company. The was certainly a Selkirk Grace to kick it off, but after that Burns was a bit squeezed out by everything from The Seaford Mods (a young person’s band I have since learned) to Leonard Cohen (for the older crooners amongst us). And there was fiddling of course (ahem), a bit of poetry (same) and a table groaning with the finest beers and whiskies and Margiotta’s choicest range of cheeses. Later on, more than the table was groaning, I’d say. But that was another day.