Not seen a thread on this yet.To all those who are indulging tonight in the memory of Robert Burns - have a good one! My haggis is on the stove, just about to do the neeps and tatties and the bottle of Balvennie Double Wood has had its cork pulled.
My favourite bit of Burns' poetry, from Tam O'Shanter:
When chapman billies leave the street,
And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet;
As market days are wearing late,
And folk begin to tak the gate,
While we sit bousing at the nappy,
An' getting fou and unco happy,
We think na on the lang Scots miles,
The mosses, waters, slaps and stiles,
That lie between us and our hame,
Where sits our sulky, sullen dame,
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
Suppose I'll have to make up for it on the weekend 
