BLUEMOMENT

We have sucessfully purchased a free-range McSween Haggis and I am peeling potatoes and turnips to make into 'tatties and neeps'. Am I as a Galley Slave allowed to serve mashed carrots alongside these delicacies

Are the carrots free range as well?

My grandfather was President of the Alloway Burns Society in the 1920's.
Despite the lack of free-range vegetables, I'm sure he would have been easy-going on the subject of carrots.

As a true Yorkshireman, I right enjoyed my Haggis and the rest.

aquaplane wrote:As a true Yorkshireman, I right enjoyed my Haggis and the rest.

As an Essex Boy, we enjoyed ours too.

All 21 of us.

You East Coast boys don't do things by halves, do you?

I hope there was plenty of gravy.

Well I can't see any mashed carrots in the photo.
And the tops'l in the yacht in the glass case centre left ought to be sheeted in a bit more..

Silkie wrote:You East Coast boys don't do things by halves, do you?

I hope there was plenty of gravy.

Well, gravy was not in short supply,
1.5 bottles of Bailie Nicol Jarvie
1/2 bottle of 15yr Cragganmore
The last inch and a bit of the 1974 Ledaig,
The last quarter of the 1975 Ardbeg
And a whiff of 10 yr Bowmore

and a dozen pints of beer

14 bottles of red
3 bottles of White
2 bottles of Port.

A fine meal of Cullen Skink, 4 kgs of finest Macsweens, Neaps, Tatties and Turnips, Tipsy Laird and a big cheese board.

A fine mashing of the Scots language in the readings (everyone had a reading) and, I hope, we upheld the fine tradition of the occasion, especially as it was the 250th Birthday.


Marvellous evening, and we all got pissed and talked b0ll0c%s until 4am.

I also served a dozen full weight breakfasts at about 10, but I was not feeling at the top of my game.

FullCircle wrote:1.5 bottles of Bailie Nicol Jarvie
1/2 bottle of 15yr Cragganmore
The last inch and a bit of the 1974 Ledaig,
The last quarter of the 1975 Ardbeg
And a whiff of 10 yr Bowmore

So what were your guests drinking?

Silkie wrote: So what were your guests drinking?

It didn't strike me as 'drinking'. Tipping back the head and inhaling the contents af a glass seemed to be the order of the day. That Morgana bloke went wild for the 1975 Ardbeg, and made sure he inhaled the last of it. Curiously there is a kind of slurping lip smacking noise at the end of each practice inhalation.
All male guests seemed to master this method.
The ladies appeared to be more circumspect, but I couldn't prove it.

They may be suffering from too much blood in their alcohol.

I also attended one last Saturday and was nominated to do the "Toast tae the Lassies"
I penned a little ditty to finish off with, not quite in the style of a romantic Burns poem but more of a modern version. , it went like this.

Tae a wife

You dinnae ayeways
Luk yer best
But fur us men
it’s jist a test

First thing in the morning
Whit a sicht
I better no
put oan the licht

Hair a mess
And breath like sh1t
A still widnae
Mind a bit

A fond kiss
Is whit am hopin’
And no much later
A bit o gropin’

Doon below
The blood sterts pumpin’
The yin eyed snake
is up fer humpin'


Oan the neck
a wee caress
a dinnae think
she is impressed

On second thoughts
I’ll tryt some cherm
A widnae think
It’ll dae nay herm

Yer eys are braw
Yer hair is shiney
Whit I’ve goat
fur you’s no tiny.

Dis it work?
Dis she crumble?
No the noo
A hear her mumble.

Time tae settle
Fur second best
You just watch
An A’ll dae the rest

Am getting up
A dinnae feel well
Yer goin te huv
Tae dae it yer sel

So wance again
I get the boot
Am gonna huv
Tae bang wan oot.

But am ah bothered?
Lying there
Not at all
I’ll be back fur mair

Cos eye tae eye
We don’t ayways see
But in her hert
She luvs me.

Booby Trapper wrote:I also attended one last Saturday and was nominated to do the "Toast tae the Lassies"
I penned a little ditty to finish off with, not quite in the style of a romantic Burns poem but more of a modern version. , it went like this.

Tae a wife

You dinnae ayeways
Luk yer best
But fur us men
it’s jist a test

First thing in the morning
Whit a sicht
I better no
put oan the licht

Hair a mess
And breath like sh1t
A still widnae
Mind a bit

A fond kiss
Is whit am hopin’
And no much later
A bit o gropin’

Doon below
The blood sterts pumpin’
The yin eyed snake
is up fer humpin'


Oan the neck
a wee caress
a dinnae think
she is impressed

On second thoughts
I’ll tryt some cherm
A widnae think
It’ll dae nay herm

Yer eys are braw
Yer hair is shiney
Whit I’ve goat
fur you’s no tiny.

Dis it work?
Dis she crumble?
No the noo
A hear her mumble.

Time tae settle
Fur second best
You just watch
An A’ll dae the rest

Am getting up
A dinnae feel well
Yer goin te huv
Tae dae it yer sel

So wance again
I get the boot
Am gonna huv
Tae bang wan oot.

But am ah bothered?
Lying there
Not at all
I’ll be back fur mair

Cos eye tae eye
We don’t ayways see
But in her hert
She luvs me.

Dont know about that spare bunk on the sb wk end after all!

Did Lorna pass it as fit for purpose, before recital?