January 25th 1759 - 21st July 1796
Tonight is Burns night, where Scottish families will sit around the table, eating loads of Haggis (if we're lucky with the kill!) neeps and tatties. This tradition carries on all over the world, too. Tonight my daughter, who lives in London, is having a Burns meal for family and friends there. Traditionally, the meal is washed down with a tot/lot of whisky, and poems and songs of our famous, talented, womanising, philandering, bad boy bard, are performed until one passes out. Below is the first verse of the Selkirk Grace, read before the haggis's skin is split. Prestigious celebrations see this in with an actual piper, highland dress and a sword.
No matter where in the world I may be (couch), I always celebrate oor Rabbie. And if you haven't read any of his works, please do. Any translations needed, just give me a nudge. And if anybody is brave enough to try haggis for yourself, the recipe is there, too. Is it any wonder Scotsmen wear kilts...?!