This is a special day for the Scots, the ravenous, the drunkard and the Baird all descriptions of the many friends and indeed, family I know with a Scottish heritage god bless them all.
I'm a fool for tradition, I love it, Haggis, Neeps and Taties are the traditional meal for a burns night supper, maybe a tipple of whiskey (please, a fine single malt for me) then dancing and kilts twirling, hair let down and thats just the men! beards set on fire (thats the women) they are a hardy bunch the Scots. Porridge made with water and salt, strange brews made of iron and a countryside that they have always defended and died for, no wonder, it's glorious. I love Scotland.
But isn't it time that we updated the haggis, they must be near a protected species now they are ruthlessly hunted and chopped to bits tonight, have you ever noticed, you never see their legs, the haggis that is, not the Scots.
The annual celebratory tribute to the life, works and spirit of the great Scottish poet, Robert Burns (1759-1796). Celebrated on, or about, the Bard's birthday, January 25th, Burns Suppers range from stentoriously formal gatherings of land owners and scholars to uproariously informal rave-ups of drunkards and louts.
So I wish them all, wherever they are in the world a wonderful Burns night. Enjoy.
I think I might be slightly to the right of lout and drunkard...