Now, my sister used to live in scotland and i had been to a burns supper before so i kind of knew what to expect..
a potted description of burns night from a sassanachs point of view..
(in the rather shortened version of ceremonies, for the sake of the blog) Robert Burns.. writer of poetry,philanderer,father of many,lover of even more, revered worldwide .!
wrote inspiring pieces like, oh My loves like a red red rose, thats newly sprung in June... and also
When chapman billies leave the street,
and drouthy neebours,neebours meet,
and market days are wearing late
and folk begin to tak the gate.... (nope i had never heard of this one either, tho it seemed MANY of the scotts amongst us had, and as steve and i were sat with 3 other scotts people, we didnt argue)
the haggis is walked round the room and piped to the head table.. where a ceremonial grain drink was taken in its honour... then...the Haggis was dutifully STABBED with a rusty blade (actually for the health n safety concious amongst us it was a very clean knife!)
Now english is my first language and i thought i knew a bit about the man himself, but had never actually seen his poetry written down..
but it incudes words like skellum( rascal) Bellum (babbler) greet (cry) Ingle (fireplace) and many more..I found it fascinating..
The evening continued late into the night, with readings and replies, all with very good humour...
The Scottish society of Bandar seri Begawan do this man justice admirably by paying homage to the Mortal memory of Robbie Burns..