Mighty Fuhrer of The Sausage People.

Well the clapshot was off, since I forgot about the butter and burned the chives.

So we had to make do with the traditional neeps and tatties with our haggis, which as you can see was a wild, free range, organic one, shot by hunters on the misty gloaming heather covered hills.....see the bullet.

...bit like pheasant, you have to look out for the shot, but the quality of the truly wild Chieftain o'the Puddin' race is worth the risk.

Happy Burns Night Blipland!