Mick F wrote:Story alert!
Not long after marrying, we moved up to Rosyth, Fife. Moved there summer 1974. I was 22 and Mrs Mick F was 18.
Both of us are Lancashire people and had no idea about Scotland or the Scottish way of life.
One evening, we went to a nearby village for a couple of drinks at a pub.
It happened to be Burns Night, but we'd never heard of it or had any idea that Burns even had a night.
Half way through the evening, a chap in a skirt with bagpipes squealing came in. closely followed by someone carrying a haggis on a tray.
Mrs Mick F and me roared with laughter and thought is a was silly joke!
No-one heard us laughing over the noise of the squealing and the audience clapping though.
I always think it a pity when Burns poetry is limited to a short quotation on Burns night. He was a powerful poet describing social issues and environmental problems.