Comments on: Burns Supper: Lessons Learned

By: Legend in my own Lunchtime « Town Mouse

Legend in my own Lunchtime « Town Mouse — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 12:22:34 +0000

[...] before all that, I cycled down to buy our tickets for the village Burns Night [...]

By: flaneur brian

flaneur brian — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 20:32:03 +0000

A mealy pudding probably isn’t a pudding as you’d understand it…unless you’re thinking vegetarian black pudding. Its a vaguely sausage-shaped beast comprised mainly of oatmeal and suet and usually eaten fried or battered and deep-fried. Nice when drowned in vinegar! Honest! :c)

By: disgruntled

disgruntled — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 22:33:44 +0000

depends on the guitarist, I suppose

By: yorksdevil

yorksdevil — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 17:41:16 +0000

no. the violinist and guitarist

By: disgruntled

disgruntled — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 13:29:14 +0000

Huttonian – thanks
yorks – hmmm. And I’d vote for those two to be the violin and the accordian players…

By: yorksdevil

yorksdevil — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 03:43:25 +0000

In December I learned that if you put an accordion, a violin and a guitar in a small front room then two of the musicians needn’t have turned up.

By: huttonian

huttonian — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 15:18:02 +0000

Disgruntled-keep it in your sporran bit you are a linear descendant of Rob Roy MacGregor, the Robin Hood of Killin. You are therefore entitled to wear a MacGregor tartan, ditto Greer (a sept of the MacGs) and a Hunting Thomson which is quite tasteful.

By: disgruntled

disgruntled — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 14:26:31 +0000

hehe. See, now if the Americans did something like that, we’d be up in arms…

By: Simon

Simon — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 13:58:49 +0000

Oh how we yearn for a proper Southern Scottish Ceilidh. Up here they are quite different – and terribly earnest what with the Gaelic and a’. But if you don’t like bagpipes indoors spare a thought for this poor wee prisoner http://itsagoatslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/parties.html (last para).

By: disgruntled

disgruntled — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 13:38:22 +0000

I had a very traumatic experience with Strip the Willow and a detaching skirt at a school dance that may have left me scarred for life …

I probably have a clan – hell, even Japanese people have clans for the purpose of selling them tartan – but I can’t remember what it is…