"If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or your arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen."

Tuesday, 25 January 2011

Happy Burns Night!

Here's a (metaphorical) glass of Macallan to our friends across the border:


Burns Night in Scotland

7 comments:

  1. ' ... our friends across the border'?

    You've obviously never spent any time there, and obviously don't understand that on 'Burran's Neet' no 'Gude Scort' raises a glass to anyone in England.

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  2. PS: I should have added: We have no friends across the border and the sooner we realise that the richer, and happier, we shall be.

    If you're raising a glass on 'Burran's Neet' offer a toast to independence for England.

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  3. I sometimes wonder whether you have a generous bone in your body, WG. Relax and leave party politics aside for one evening. As for an independent England, I offer a toast to that every day.

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  4. I am the soul of generosity, as those who know me know well enough, I just dislike Jocks and the seriously overrated dump that is Jockland, having spent two years working there. I also dislike those lame-brained, limp wristed idiots in England who think that toadying up to Jocks helps foster some sort of cosy relationship with them. Anglophobia is written into their DNA and they will never think of us as anything other than enemies to be taken advantage of.

    Raise a glass to them if you will but don't expect applause for doing so.

    How will you celebrate Eid?

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  5. Oh do stop being so childish. I assume you've read this blog?

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  6. You'll have to do better than that, which response was not only wholly unnecessary but also demonstrates a disturbing paucity of intellect, as well as being childish itself.

    I had mistakenly assumed that you were a man of at least some calibre but it occurs to me that you are actually a teenaged girl who has suddenly discovered that she doesn't like boys.

    I won't be wasting any more of my time reading your effete dribbling. I should stick to the Bunty were I you: You clearly lack the guts for anything stronger.

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  7. Well,you got two things right: (1) you have indeed 'mistakenly assumed' I am a man and (2) I do have fond memories of reading Bunty.

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