25th January.

Bandit: Do you know what's special about today Dylan?
Dylan: No idea.
Bandit: It's Burn's Night.
Dylan: That horrible Mr Burns in the Simpsons?
Bandit: No Dylan! Robert Burns. The great Scottish Poet.
Dylan: A poet? Like Pam Ayers?
Bandit: I don't want to offend anyone, but he's a bit more famous than her!
Dylan: So what did he write?
Bandit: To a Mouse, Auld Lang Syne, Ca' The Ewes (Yowes), My Love Is Like A Red, Red Rose...
Dylan: My Love Is Like a Red, Red Nose!
Bandit: No Dylan. Rose. My Love Is Like A Red, Red Rose. You know, for someone who has such great ears, you don't hear very well at times!
Dylan: Do you have any favourite lines?
Bandit: Oh, lots. How about this from Tam O' Shanter?
"But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white--then melts for ever;
Or like the borealis race,
That flit ere you can point their place;
Or like the rainbow's lovely form
Evanishing amid the storm.--
Nae man can tether time or tide;
The hour approaches, Tam maun ride."

This is a lovely song.
Great photos too.


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