Happy Burns night

I watched NEDS this morning to celebrate it.

A toast to RB! (I don't know why they call it "single malt" - I can never have just one... )

Wha’s Like Us – Damn Few And They’re A’ Deid
By Tom Anderson Cairns

The average Englishman, in the home he calls his castle, slips into his national
costume, a shabby raincoat, patented by chemist Charles Macintosh from Glasgow, Scotland.

En route to his office he strides along the English lane, surfaced by John Macadam of Ayr, Scotland.

He drives an English car fitted with tyres invented by John Boyd Dunlop of Dreghorn, Scotland.

At the train station he boards a train, the forerunner of which was a steam engine, invented by James Watt of Greenock, Scotland.

He then pours himself a cup of coffee from a thermos flask, the latter invented by James Dewar, a Scotsman from Kincardine-on-Forth.

At the office he receives the mail bearing adhesive stamps invented by James Chalmers of Dundee, Scotland.

During the day he uses the telephone invented by Alexander Graham Bell, born in Edinburgh, Scotland.

At home in the evening his daughter pedals her bicycle invented by Kirkpatrick Macmillan, blacksmith of Dumfries, Scotland.

He watches the news on his television, an invention of John Logie Baird of Helensburgh, Scotland,

And an item about the U.S. Navy, founded by John Paul Jones of Kirkbean, Scotland.

He has by now been reminded too much of Scotland and in desperation he picks up the Bible only to find that the first man mentioned in the good book is a Scot, King James VI, who authorised its translation.

Nowhere can an Englishman turn to escape the ingenuity of the Scots.

He could take to drink, but the Scots make the best in the world.

He could take a rifle and end it all but the breech-loading rifle was invented by Captain Patrick Ferguson of Pitfours, Scotland.

If he escapes death, he might then find himself on an operating table injected with penicillin, which was discovered by Alexander Fleming of Darvel, Scotland.

Or under anaesthetic, which was discovered by Sir James Young Simpson of Bathgate, Scotland.

Out of the anaesthetic, he would find no comfort in learning he was as safe as the Bank of England founded by William Paterson of Dumfries, Scotland.

Perhaps his only remaining hope would be to get a transfusion of guid Scottish blood which would entitle him to ask “Wha’s Like Us”.

Slàinte!


NEDS! LoL! - "Bad Lads, Bad Lads...Wha ya gun ta do..."

Happy Burns night. No Scottish blood in me, but ahm in Glasgae

Happy Burn night am also not of scot origin but wish you the best as
you celebrate your hero.

Here in New Zealand there used to be a chain of liquor stores named "Robbie Burns". The hook in the marketing was Robbie Burns raising a glass of scotch at the end of the commercial saying "Ay Robbie" in a thick Scottish accent. When our group would leave home as "Ladies" lol clutching our wee 40oz bottle of scotch, we would always end the night raising our glasses (pinkies up no less) saying "Ay Robbie" in as much of a Scottish accent as we could muster

So, this thread made me smile and I had to put my 2c in ... From one small nation to another