{"id":2627,"date":"2011-01-24T20:24:22","date_gmt":"2011-01-24T20:24:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alisonsdiary.com\/?p=2627"},"modified":"2012-05-29T21:48:31","modified_gmt":"2012-05-29T20:48:31","slug":"burns-night-och-aye-the-noo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alisonsdiary.com\/2011\/01\/burns-night-och-aye-the-noo\/","title":{"rendered":"Burns Night. Och aye the noo. Ae Fond Kiss."},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Robert Burns – aye Scotland’s national poet aka \u00a0the bard. I said bard. So \u00a0It’s Burns night on 25th January which is when people will gather in kilts, eat haggis neeps and tatties, drink whisky and recite poetry. Though there are endless large organised gatherings in hotels and community halls it’s the smaller bothy nights of friends and family getting together and enjoying there own celebration of the man himself that hit the spot.<\/p>\n

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Carpet Burns.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

The large Clamjamfrey is good crack but generally I get hoodwinked into either performing at the supper, into buying a ticket to support a good cause or got talked into it by a well meaning but soon to be ex friend who just needed and extra couple of seats taken for her table. This year though it’s just a few of us round a table in my kitchen Ideal.<\/p>\n

Of course in Canada, America expat communities put on full highland dress, rave about their Scottish ancestry and recite Burns poetry til the cows come home. God love them. Why not?
\nAny excuse for a party, a dance and a drink is something that must be grabbed with both hands.<\/p>\n

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Yup I've seen a lot worse. <\/figcaption><\/figure>So don’t hold back raise a glass to the bard.So many words written by this wild hairy womaniser but my favourite has to Ae Fond Kiss. Sung by my wild uncle Sandy when he stopped joking long enough to deliver this beautiful song so there was never a dry eye in the house.
\nHere is the wonderful Eddie Reader doing her unique and magical interpretation of the song. Enjoy.
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