This is the 250th anniversary of the birth of Robert Burns in Ayr, Scotland, so it will be a special edition of the Burns Night celebrations conducted by Scots all over the world with haggis, whisky¹, and poetry.
Wikipedia has a description of the standard celebration, but easy on the malt or you may end up with a William McGonagall morning.
1. This is the correct spelling when referring to Scotland’s “water of life”.
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Ah….Glorious Haggis! (not…)
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Ah, well… to Ayr is human…
Thanks to our friend jams, I’ve read several of McGonagall’s works. To call them “doggerel” is to insult… doggerel.
My late father loved reading Burns aloud, and actually managed a fair approximation of a Scots accent. In retrospect, that may have been thanks to the whisky, which he rarely consumed on other occasions.
One last item. Here’s a recipe for the day, suited to some of us: a vegan haggis. (Is nothing sacred? I thought haggis was supposed to be sickening to everyone but the Scots!)
Oops. Actually, the link I gave is itself just a reference; the actual vegan haggis recipes are here. I’m sorry to say it sounds positively ghastly, and probably gassy as well.
Actually haggis isn’t bad – after sufficient whisky and enough catsup. People eat a lot of strange things after carousing. After a tough night in Rochester, New York it wasn’t unusual to stop by Nick Tahoe’s for coffee and a “garbage plate” before going home.
Actually, a “garbage plate” was good any time, but it was traditional at 3:30AM.