Burns Night Supper

[lady_stormrider]

We have sucessfully purchased a free-range McSween Haggis and I am peeling potatoes and turnips to make into 'tatties and neeps'. Am I as a Galley Slave allowed to serve mashed carrots alongside these delicacies

[ljs]

Are the carrots free range as well?

[lady_stormrider]

No they are orange. The skipper will not allow org**ic in the house as he works in the agrochemical industry trying to stop 40% of the growing crops getting destroyed.

Oh and a rogue parsnip.

[ljs]

My grandfather was President of the Alloway Burns Society in the 1920's.
Despite the lack of free-range vegetables, I'm sure he would have been easy-going on the subject of carrots.

[aquaplane]

As a true Yorkshireman, I right enjoyed my Haggis and the rest.

[Silkie]

You East Coast boys don't do things by halves, do you?

I hope there was plenty of gravy.

[ljs]

Well I can't see any mashed carrots in the photo.
And the tops'l in the yacht in the glass case centre left ought to be sheeted in a bit more..

[Silkie]

1.5 bottles of Bailie Nicol Jarvie
1/2 bottle of 15yr Cragganmore
The last inch and a bit of the 1974 Ledaig,
The last quarter of the 1975 Ardbeg
And a whiff of 10 yr Bowmore

So what were your guests drinking?

[lady_stormrider]

They may be suffering from too much blood in their alcohol.

[Booby Trapper]

I also attended one last Saturday and was nominated to do the "Toast tae the Lassies"
I penned a little ditty to finish off with, not quite in the style of a romantic Burns poem but more of a modern version. , it went like this.

Tae a wife

You dinnae ayeways
Luk yer best
But fur us men
it’s jist a test

First thing in the morning
Whit a sicht
I better no
put oan the licht

Hair a mess
And breath like sh1t
A still widnae
Mind a bit

A fond kiss
Is whit am hopin’
And no much later
A bit o gropin’

Doon below
The blood sterts pumpin’
The yin eyed snake
is up fer humpin'


Oan the neck
a wee caress
a dinnae think
she is impressed

On second thoughts
I’ll tryt some cherm
A widnae think
It’ll dae nay herm

Yer eys are braw
Yer hair is shiney
Whit I’ve goat
fur you’s no tiny.

Dis it work?
Dis she crumble?
No the noo
A hear her mumble.

Time tae settle
Fur second best
You just watch
An A’ll dae the rest

Am getting up
A dinnae feel well
Yer goin te huv
Tae dae it yer sel

So wance again
I get the boot
Am gonna huv
Tae bang wan oot.

But am ah bothered?
Lying there
Not at all
I’ll be back fur mair

Cos eye tae eye
We don’t ayways see
But in her hert
She luvs me.

[Clyde_Wanderer]

I also attended one last Saturday and was nominated to do the "Toast tae the Lassies"
I penned a little ditty to finish off with, not quite in the style of a romantic Burns poem but more of a modern version. , it went like this.

Tae a wife

You dinnae ayeways
Luk yer best
But fur us men
it’s jist a test

First thing in the morning
Whit a sicht
I better no
put oan the licht

Hair a mess
And breath like sh1t
A still widnae
Mind a bit

A fond kiss
Is whit am hopin’
And no much later
A bit o gropin’

Doon below
The blood sterts pumpin’
The yin eyed snake
is up fer humpin'


Oan the neck
a wee caress
a dinnae think
she is impressed

On second thoughts
I’ll tryt some cherm
A widnae think
It’ll dae nay herm

Yer eys are braw
Yer hair is shiney
Whit I’ve goat
fur you’s no tiny.

Dis it work?
Dis she crumble?
No the noo
A hear her mumble.

Time tae settle
Fur second best
You just watch
An A’ll dae the rest

Am getting up
A dinnae feel well
Yer goin te huv
Tae dae it yer sel

So wance again
I get the boot
Am gonna huv
Tae bang wan oot.

But am ah bothered?
Lying there
Not at all
I’ll be back fur mair

Cos eye tae eye
We don’t ayways see
But in her hert
She luvs me.

Dont know about that spare bunk on the sb wk end after all!

[sahona]

Did Lorna pass it as fit for purpose, before recital?

[Booby Trapper]

Did Lorna pass it as fit for purpose, before recital?

Do you think I would have been allowed if she'd seen or heard it beforehand??
Did catch her off guard a bit as she was doing the "reply from the lassies"

[sahona]

We need that transcript as well then...

[Booby Trapper]

Most wasn't written down but something along the lines of "what an old romantic I was" and something about burns spinning in his grave.