Burns night

[JimmyDee]

I've just watched a cat being sick on the carpet. It's a form of religious worship in Scotland, I've been told.

[Carlos J]

I forgot, so will do it tomorrow. Happy Burns night.

[beingsoblase]

I'll just carry on reading the broons and oor wullie annuals Scottish Mrs blase buys for me every year,

I suspect she's trying to radicalise me.

[AlcoholBrazil]

That's the Scots patronised , now for the Chinese.
Was going to have one of their take-aways , to celebrate THEIR New Year and the miserable fuckers closed their shop.

[AlcoholBrazil]

Got my haggis for tea. Och aye the noo and all that mallarkey.
We're all Scottish today.......even the sassenachs and other English wankers.

[AlcoholBrazil]

Who the hell scheduled the clash with Chinese New Year and Burns Night ?
Chinese themed Scottish footballers.

Lou Maocari
Robert the Bruce Lee
Jock Chow Stein
Graeme Chop Souey

[Basualdo]

Chinese Ribbie Burns.
Chicken in Sawney Bean sauce.
Jocky Chan.

[Basualdo]

Alan Han sen

[Basualdo]

Ally McKoi carp...or is that Japanese?

[Basualdo]

Mandarin Fletcher

[Basualdo]

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin'-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye worthy o' a grace
As lang's my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o need,
While thro your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.

His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An cut you up wi ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!

Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive:
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
The auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
'Bethankit' hums.

Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi perfect scunner,
Looks down wi sneering, scornfu view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll make it whissle;
An legs an arms, an heads will sned,
Like taps o thrissle.

Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies:
But, if ye wish her gratefu prayer,
Gie her a Haggis

There's lots of places around here doing Burns Night things tonight, especially down the peninsula. If anything it's a big whisk(e)y tasting excuse tonight.

[AlcoholBrazil]

Kenny Denglish (as in Deng Xioping)

[Basualdo]

Winnie the Kung Poo

[shabbado]

Salt and Pepper Munchie Box

Oh Yes!

[Reg]

James McArfer Crispy Duck