Blustering, drunken blellum blethers, among his drouthy Kirky neibours.
A fine night among fine company. Was made to feel very welcome by the guid fowk of the Kirkintilloch SNP, at their annual Burns Supper.
We bowsed at the nappy, and got unco fu and happy. Job done.
My Tam O' Shanter must have been passable, as they let me do some of my own poetry too.