Anyone else celebrating with a sheeps stomach this weekend?

Before the morn ye’ll work mischief.

It’s:

Fair fa your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o’ the puddin’ race

If you’re going to quote the Bard, you should really do it in the original.

(The one and only time I’ve had to address the haggis in anger, I was the only scot at a RN Senior Rates’ Mess Burns night, and had to do the honours with a cutlass…)

yip, did the full works last night including cranachan for dessert and a decent measure of lagavulin with the main course.

Happy days.

In English please Lads, there’s a Luv 😆

WE HATE YOU
😉
A mans a man for a that

In English please Lads, there’s a Luv

They’re having sausage for supper, they sing nonsense words to it before cutting it with a large knife and serve with turnips.

They’re having sausage for supper, they sing nonsense words to it before cutting it with a large knife and serve with turnips.

While all the fellas wear frocks.. 😉

While all the fellas wear frocks..

They have some quaint traditions for eating english food.