New Years Trivia: Scotland
Of course, one must hunt down the haggis first…
You’ve blown your credibility with me, Ron, I know who you really are. The traditions sound great. The Haggis ... sounds creative. I don’t know of any other country that prepares such a dish. I think it’s for hungry folks who don’t get a lot of meat in their normal diet.
Posted by Oink
12/28/2005 at 01:38 PM
Yummie…
I may be of Scots ancestry, but even I wouldnae eat of this…
Beam me up, Scotty, a stomach pump.
Who do you think I am, Mr. Oink? Careful, lad. I dinna wantin to be a-wailing about yer ears with me bagpipe.
Slainte!
Hey OCM-me father had a kilt-and he was but for his lass as much as a lad ever was.
I’m a member of Clan Wallace-as in ‘William the...’
Btw-Haggis’s really exist.
They’re little furry creatures that look and sound like ‘tribbles’.
I’d see them at highland games-in their cages nestled next to their bottles of scotch.
Posted by Annoying Little Twerp
12/28/2005 at 08:06 PM
Laddie, I’ll pass on the hagis and settle for a wee dram of single-malt Scotch (the brand can be of your choice).
Posted by MAJ Mike
12/29/2005 at 12:17 AM
Look, I just getting over the stomach flu- I don’t want recreate Monday night for you. It wasn’t a pleasant experience.
You cur.
Posted by Oink
12/29/2005 at 08:11 AM
I wouldn’t feed that crap to my dog! There’s a reason it’s called offal! (pronounced awful round my way)
MAJ Mike has the right idea single malt....make mine Macallan! Or if pushed Laphroigh if you can stomach this (no pun intended) you can probably stomach haggis
Single malt scotch is better if you’ve first rinsed your mouth with a blend. It takes some adjusting. Let’s not be like the checkout lady at my local WalMart, “Garsh, them’s herrings in wine sauce! Yuk!” She’d probably had a bag of pork rinds for breakfast.
Posted by Oink
12/29/2005 at 08:53 AM
A Scotsman once was asked if anything was worn under his kilt.
He replied “No, everything is all in first-class operating condition"…
Lest we forget:
Mike Cross
The Scotsman’s KiltA Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair
And one could tell by how he walked he’d drunk more than his share
He staggered on until he could no longer keep his feet
Then stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.Later on two young and lovely girls just happened by,
And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
You see yon sleeping Scotsman who is young and handsome built
I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath their kilt.Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath their kilt.They crept up to the sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be
Then lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
And there behold for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt
Was nothing but what God had graced him with upon his birthRing ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
There was nothing there but what God gave upon his birthThey marveled for a moment then one said we’d best be gone
But let’s leave a present for our friend before we move along
They took a blue silk ribbon and they tied it in a bow
Around the bonnie spar that the Scot’s lifted kilt did showRing ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
Around the bonnie spar that the Scot’s lifted kilt did showThe Scotsman woke to nature’s call and stumbled toward a tree
Behind a bush he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees
Then in a startled voice he says to what’s before his eyes
He said, “Lad I don’t know where you’ve been but I see you won first prize”Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
He said, “Lad I don’t know where you’ve been but I see you won first prize”I widnae eat a haggis eitherrr.
Keep fishing around, Oink. I’ve tried to clarify in an email response. Check your mail. The Skipper clarified some time ago. Search the archives.
It Ain’t Me, Babe.
Credit where credit is due, Ronnie is working much harder than I would or could.
I’ll settle for the Royal Scots Guards Pipes and Drums, thanks.
Gastronomy has its limits.
12/29/2005 at 08:25 AM
