Burns night

Shouldn't that be "Burns Night"? Burns night sounds liking an evening in A&E on a trolley waiting to be seen by a doctor. :p
 
Ah, the not so fond memories of being forced to memorise incomprehensible phrases I didn't understand, in an accent I couldn't imitate, by a less than understanding and slightly militant Primary School teacher. My fault for being a daft six year old English lad in Scotland .

And no, I never successfully recited any of the Scottish Bard's great works on the cursed evening. :p
 
Nope, dont get the whole Burns thing so wouldnt think to 'celebrate' him. I dont know anyone personally who does, the occasional colleague/client/stranger will mention it but that's it.

'lot a rubbish if you ask me :p
 
Irn Bru sales went up by 80% in my home town in the run up to this years, now considering the amount of Irn Bru that is drank there anyway that's a massive amount!

Which town?

Irn bru is dreadful, just like most Scottish stuff. The drinks and cuisine we have to offer the world is such a comedy act.

I shouldve been born elsewhere on the continent :p
 
Resurrecting an old but appropriate thread.

Sadly I've not had a chance to get up to the Highlands this year to go haggis hunting and none of the local butchers have any in stock. As a result, I've had to resort to getting my haggis from the supermarket. The range isn't great but these are about the best of the factory farmed haggis so I guess they'll do. Just look at the size though (close up of the weight in the inset), these were a couple of fat ones!

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A Burns night story I was told many years ago:

It is a little known fact that the Romans documented three species of Haggis. The largest were completely inedible, even to the locals. However they were found to emit a particularly unpleasant noise when trapped. This was turned into a weapon by the process of holding one upside down under the left arm and marching towards the enemy. The combined screams of the Haggis terrified the opponents into running away. The mid sized Haggis were equally inedible, however the gutted carcass was easily turned into a convenient size purse which the locals would traditionally wear at the front to store valuables and coin. It had the particular advantage to the parsimonious natives that once a coin was stowed, it took a very long time, if ever, to be retrieved. The final species was edible, just, but only in the coldest part of winter and when assisted by the excessive consumption of distilled barley and grain. Sláinte.
 
I had haggis for dinner on Monday, only have it the once every year on Burns night if possible or in the same week, is Haggis meant to be peppery, the one Sainsbury's sell seems to have a lot of pepper in it.
 
Not Scottish, but each year about this time several friends and me get together. We go out for a curry and then back to one house to sample and finish off any christmas bottles of single malt, reminisce over some old seventies vinyl and generally get slightly hammered and fall asleep.

This year it is the 28th, a Monday night.
 
It'll be haggis neeps and tatties for lunch from the work canteen as I'll be out to the pub after work on Friday. Saturday night I'll be going to see Torridon and drinking/dancing the night away for their burns night special (despite technically not being burns night).
 
I would imagine Burns night to many kids these days would imply a night of arson. Feek, are supermarket haggis in genuine sheep's stomach cases, or synthetic like most sausages? Those look like they'd make good aerial tensioning weights, I assume you did not eat both on your tod? :)
 
Feek, are supermarket haggis in genuine sheep's stomach cases, or synthetic like most sausages? Those look like they'd make good aerial tensioning weights, I assume you did not eat both on your tod? :)

Mostly synthetic although that one Feek has looks like the real thing. The synthetic case is similar to the case you'd get on a black pudding (but transparent rather than black), you dont eat it.
 
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