Honest, sonsie face

This is the great chieftain of the puddin'-race, as Robbie Burns put it.

Red addressed the haggis in fine style (think Andrew was a bit scared when the knife start flying!) and then after we'd eaten the lads all entertained us with a fine selection of Scottish poems and songs. "Oh ye cannae shove yer granny aff a bus" was particularly good, and brought tears to my eyes. Laughter or pride, not sure which.