Nookie Bear
Winger
The holidays now iirc , it was a sincere question I’ve never once had the urge to celebrate burns night and wondered why it’s so special to people
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The holidays now iirc , it was a sincere question I’ve never once had the urge to celebrate burns night and wondered why it’s so special to people
Some people are educated?
Nookie Bear
Winger
Educated about a Scottish poet ? Do people celebrate other poets around the UK ?
Old Prestonian
Striker
I celebrate Burns Night the Scottish way. As soon as the haggis is adorned with a yellow sticker.
Shakespeare day.
Nookie Bear
Winger
That’s just a made up thing to add credence to St George’s day though - and no special meal involved in either so I’m out
He's nee Keats or Wordsworth
As good an excuse as any to have some haggis.
Horatio Pugwash
Striker
Wearside Wanderer II
Striker
Just had a huge bowl of Cullen skink, haggis simmering away, will dish up at half time of the Arsenal game.
Horatio Pugwash
Striker
Because Guinness says you should
We have just had ours. It's the bairns birthday so we have it as her birthday tea. It's the first year she's not pulled a face and that's probably because she in Bristol. She does want us to take her some up tomorrow when we go up which seems strange
2 long legs and 2 short so they don't fall down the mountainside
tunstall birdman
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THELORDRODWELL
Striker
Faggots, sheeps and fatties iirc
knarfw
Striker
An Englishman is being shown around a Scottish hospital.
At the end of his visit, he is shown into a ward with a number of patients who show no obvious signs of injury. He goes to examine the first man he sees, and the man proclaims:
Fair fa' yer honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain e' the puddin' race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
painch tripe or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
as lang's my arm.
The Englishman, somewhat taken aback, goes to the next patient, and immediately the patient launches into:
Some hae meat, and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit.
This continues with the next patient:
Wee sleekit cow'rin tim'rous beastie,
O what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
wi' bickering brattle.
I wad be laith to run and chase thee,
wi' murdering prattle!"
"Well," the Englishman mutters to his Scottish colleague, "I see you saved the psychiatric ward for the last."
"Nay, nay," the Scottish doctor corrected him, "this is the Serious Burns unit."
At the end of his visit, he is shown into a ward with a number of patients who show no obvious signs of injury. He goes to examine the first man he sees, and the man proclaims:
Fair fa' yer honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain e' the puddin' race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
painch tripe or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
as lang's my arm.
The Englishman, somewhat taken aback, goes to the next patient, and immediately the patient launches into:
Some hae meat, and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit.
This continues with the next patient:
Wee sleekit cow'rin tim'rous beastie,
O what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
wi' bickering brattle.
I wad be laith to run and chase thee,
wi' murdering prattle!"
"Well," the Englishman mutters to his Scottish colleague, "I see you saved the psychiatric ward for the last."
"Nay, nay," the Scottish doctor corrected him, "this is the Serious Burns unit."
Bob Fleming
Striker
Great celebratory night for the proper middle classes.
Good Bloke Fairly
Full Back
About to dig into haggis neeps and tatties with our lass (no) and raise a glass of single malt to my scottish ancestors
