Thursday, January 25, 2007

[rabbie’s day] great chieftain of the puddin’ race

A captured haggis ready to eat. Does it remind you of … er … anything else? No? Just wondering.

Some of you will recall the opening of the Haggis Season. Well, today is Rabbie Burns Day and Colin’s waiting for you, immediately you’re done here.

There's even a wee Haggis poem by Robert Burns, Colin advises. This is the first verse of Tae a Haggis, spoken prior to the ritual decapitation of the poor wee beastie prior to being devoured:

"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 wordy of a grace As lang's my arm."

7 comments:

CityUnslicker said...

yikes burn's night. I attended one once. Poor poety and poor food!

Welshcakes Limoncello said...

Thanks for reminding me it's Burns night! I'll go and annoy all the Sicilians now by informing them via phone and email...

UK Daily Pundit said...

Haggis and neeps, it cannae' be beaten.

UK Daily Pundit said...

Reminiscing about haggis and neeps and many a night spent blootered on Rose Street, I completely forgot to thank you for the link to the petition and my blog. I will reciprocate with a blogpower image and link some time tomorrow.

Mr Eugenides said...

Scandalously, I omitted to have haggis yesterday.

However, salvation is at hand, courtesy of an Edinburgh pub that serves haggis nachos...

james higham said...

You've redeemed yourself but what will you wash them down with?

Let's run that by one more time... haggis nachos? Hmmm.

Ballpoint Wren said...

Captured, eh? The little devils just running around loose in the neighborhood, hunh?