Haggis, anyone?

My uncle's old dog was named Haggis...

 

"Get your haggis here! Chopped hearts and lungs boiled in a wee sheep's stomach! Good for what ails ye!"

 

Not completely safe for work.

 

Begbie?

 

That first album was damn good.

The question doesn't matter
The answer's always "aye"
The best view of all
Is where the land meets the sky.

 

It's SHITE being Scottish! We're the lowest of the low. The scum of the fucking Earth! The most wretched, miserable, servile, pathetic trash that was ever shat into civilization. Some hate the English. I don't. They're just wankers. We, on the other hand, are COLONIZED by wankers. Can't even find a decent culture to be colonized BY. We're ruled by effete assholes. It's a SHITE state of affairs to be in, Tommy, and ALL the fresh air in the world won't make any fucking difference!

 

I was just quoting that this morning in reference to my baby's giant head.

And as Myers said in that movie, most Scottish cuisine was based on a dare.

 

Awesome. Forgot about Big Country.

 

Love this Jacobite song.

 

I always think of the Mike Royko column about czerinina....

http://tinyurl.com/roykocolumn

 

Unfortunately, I won't make the local Burns Night celebration. Too bad, my kilt is still freshly pressed.

 

I read somewhere, one of John Feinstein's books IIRC, that Sandy Lyle put haggis on the menu for the Champions Dinner at Augusta the year after he was the Masters.

Not surprisingly, the others at the gathering ordered something else.