It's Burns Night tonight, and I will be having haggis this year for the first time in about six or seven years. I studied Burns for my English Higher in lieu of Shakespeare since my English teacher was a nationalist who argued his case with the exam board that we shouldn't be forced to study another nation's national Bard before our own. We still had the option of studying Shakespeare if we wanted but I didn't.
When I was in Primary School I won first place in the National Burns Federation competition, on the wall of my living room I have a photograph of my dad sitting with the statues of Souter Johnnie and Tam O'Shanter at the Auld Kirk in Ayr. I could reel off Burns poems by rote from the time I was eight, although most of them have been forgotten now.
It's odd though, that a nation which prides itself on its openess (and man to man the whole world o'er shall brithers be, for a' that) chooses to celebrate the life of a drunken, womanising, tax-collecter who also wrote some poems and songs...
( To a Haggis )
When I was in Primary School I won first place in the National Burns Federation competition, on the wall of my living room I have a photograph of my dad sitting with the statues of Souter Johnnie and Tam O'Shanter at the Auld Kirk in Ayr. I could reel off Burns poems by rote from the time I was eight, although most of them have been forgotten now.
It's odd though, that a nation which prides itself on its openess (and man to man the whole world o'er shall brithers be, for a' that) chooses to celebrate the life of a drunken, womanising, tax-collecter who also wrote some poems and songs...
( To a Haggis )
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