Hoots mon there's a Haggis loose...

Hoots mon there's a Haggis loose...

Burns night last night and the expat community did it in style at the Playa Grande Hotel in Puerto Mazarron.  The Haggis had been flown in specially from Scotland and was piped in by a piper.  It was a good one - and addressed in the usual ‘saunsie’ manner.  There was a magnificent feast with Neaps and Tatties and the blanco and tinto flowed in abundance.  Then Keefy was invited to address the assembled company with a rendition of A Man’s a Man for a’ That – in his best broad Scots accent.  Well, neither the Scots nor the Sassenachs could tell that he wasn’t really from north of the border until at the end of the poem he confessed that he was in fact from Sarf Lunden.  Anyway it went down well.  After various toasts to the lads and lassies, the dancing began and went on until long after midnight.  Copious amounts of wine – and whiskey – were consumed and, fortunately, the Guardia Civil had not twigged this year that it was Burns night and were therefore not waiting by the roundabout with breathalisers in hand….

So you see, no matter where you are in the world, the great man is celebrated with great gusto – and not a little sadness that Scotland might soon be going its own way.

Today the sun is shining, it’s nice and warm and the blue Mediterranean is sparkling like diamonds.  ‘Oh to be in England’?  Not likely – viva Espana!