Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face…..

I hope you’ll all be celebrating the bard’s 250th anniversary tomorrow.
If you can’t face the Haggis (I love it me!) then at least have a dram!

The who?

I had all these great ideas but it looks like they’ve all fallen through.

😉

…Wee Sleekit, couring, timorous beastie!

Rabbie Burns

I’d celebrate any man described in a recent Independent review as…

creator of all those love songs to women who could write to a friend of his heavily pregnant wife, “… I have **** her till she rejoiced with joy unspeakable and full of glory … and I took the opportunity of some dry horse litter and gave her such a thundering scalade that electrified that very marrow of her bones.”

Poetry is not just for aesthetes!

Oh, right! Sorry, stupid ignorant Southern Sassenach English Bastard, here!

I think the spider thing was really good! Don’t give up, eh?

I’m already full of haggis, neeps & tatties. Someone was reading poetry, too…. Which was nice.