Actually, a “garbage plate” was good any time, but it was traditional at 3:30AM.

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!)

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