Sunday, February 01, 2004
Belated but not beaten:
Last weeekend I went to my first Burns Night-party. I didn't really know what to expect, except something or other relating to Robert Burns and something or other relating to sheeps' innards.
The distaff sides of the invited couples knew better, and stayed away from what is traditionally a party of men. It was quite interesting to observe a group a IT geeks recite poetry left, right and centre. The evening started with the Selkirk Grace, and after a fishy starter the haggis was brought in, to the fanfare of To A Haggis. Plenty o' whisky was consumed, more poetry discovered and read aloud, and at the end of the evening I felt culturally enlightened (although not fonder of Robbie Burns than I was before).
Other than that; working too much, too hard, too late - not enough fun, but at least I'm losing weight.
Last weeekend I went to my first Burns Night-party. I didn't really know what to expect, except something or other relating to Robert Burns and something or other relating to sheeps' innards.
The distaff sides of the invited couples knew better, and stayed away from what is traditionally a party of men. It was quite interesting to observe a group a IT geeks recite poetry left, right and centre. The evening started with the Selkirk Grace, and after a fishy starter the haggis was brought in, to the fanfare of To A Haggis. Plenty o' whisky was consumed, more poetry discovered and read aloud, and at the end of the evening I felt culturally enlightened (although not fonder of Robbie Burns than I was before).
Other than that; working too much, too hard, too late - not enough fun, but at least I'm losing weight.
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