This looks like fun – living accomodation like (male) student digs, al fresco vodka parties at temperatures averaging -30 and even Santa has a fag on! Where do I sign up?
The haggis, I thought, was lovely with whiskey gravey and stuff. Kids thought it acceptable on an annual basis.
Here is another off Eddi Reader’s Burns album. A familiar song sung in a not-so-familiar way.
(ah, nobody’ll notice….)
It’s Burns Night tomorrow. I’ll be eating haggis and raising a dram or two.
Unfortunately the haggis will be veggie and the whiskey Irish.
Scottish through and through, though, will be the music – Eddi Reader singing the words of the man Burns himself, in all their joyous, romantic, rebellious and downright earthy glory.
This – John Anderson My Jo – belongs to the tender, romantic category; the love song of an ageing couple.
Burns based it, however, on a coarse old song, which has also been adapted to make it hilariously filthy. It made me blush and laugh in equal measure.