Mother, a poet and a haggis

Check out the new album on the left to see some photos from this weekend, if you are interested. Above is my mother while she was parading the haggis around the house before its introductory poem was read and it was eaten.

During the revelry, or perhaps I had thought of it in the car ride but it was the whiskey that truly crystalized my thoughts, but I came to the conclusion that the time was ripe for a biopic of Robert Burns. His life is perfect fodder for a Hollywood movie. There was sex and romance and poetry and more sex. GOOD LORD. Do you have any idea how many illegitimate children the man had? Plus, his popularity is apparently waning with young Scots. St. Patrick's Day is celebrated more than Burns night! (Which is because the alcohol companies are pushing that holiday, though it has little to do with Scottish heritage.) The movie would be easy enough, plus it'd be the perfect place for some hot, young Scottish actor to make a name for himself. His memory needs to be revived!

Comments

[Adorable Girlfriend]

Looks like a fun time was had by all!

[Mariah]

Claire,
Since I live in Scotland and celebrated Burns Night here (twice in total) I have to react to this. I don't think there are any, well ok, many good looking Scottish men. I am sorry, it's true. I saw one once on a small isle on the west coast, but he could be the only. No offense to the Brits, and I recognise I am majorly generalising, but they all seem like clones to me. So many of them wear the same outfits, the exact same ones, you could walk into a pub and not even be able to find your Scottish/British friend because it would be like a where's waldo page.
I do hope you come to Scotland where we can eat proper haggis and may be even a deep fried mars bar:) I was so glad to see your family celebrated, and you even had a picture of the ladies man in the background!
love
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