Celebrations.

[xilman]

Tomorrow is when we celebrate the life of Scotland's greatest poet.

I know how to make cock-a-leekie soup (First boil your cock ...)

Neeps and tatties are in the fridge ready to be chopped, boiled and then mashed. I have just taken a wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie from the freezer to defrost.

Does anyone have a good recipe for Scottish Pudding^*?

Both single malt and cooking whisky are in stock.

AFAIK, all I need to do now is to check that I can still recite the Tay Bridge Disaster for when dinner is served.

* Tartan custard.

[Dr Sardonicus]

Originally Posted by xilman

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AFAIK, all I need to do now is to check that I can still recite the Tay Bridge Disaster for when dinner is served.
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All in good fun I'm sure, but even so I hope the honoree doesn't return from the grave and throttle you.

Mrs. Burns, upon viewing a monument to her son, is supposed to have said, "Aye Robbie! Ye asked for bread and they've gien ye a stane."

[xilman]

A particularly good recitation is available at

[Nick]

From the opposite side of the Earth (in Dunedin):

[Dr Sardonicus]

Originally Posted by xilman

A particularly good recitation is available at
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... reminds me of this quote.