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It seems as though being in Spain alone isn't enough to distance yourself from the annual celebration of British figures in literature, although belonging to a village where the second most popular bar is run by two people from Scotland may have some influence on the matter.
The haggis was masterfully addressed, steamed and presented. The whisky was skulled "neat" and adequately stocked. The poetry was bawdy, loutish and otherwise mesmerising to listen to, and the music was just as expected as it was hoped for - loud. And appropriately out of tune. I couldn't have asked for a better evening.
Here's to Robbie Burns, a fine poet, and to the best excuse on the British calendar to walk home a sorry wreck.
It seems as though being in Spain alone isn't enough to distance yourself from the annual celebration of British figures in literature
Actually, one of the cities that is furthest from Scotland is one of the places where Burn's Night is celebrated more than most - Dunedin in southern New Zealand. The city's name literally means Edinburgh, and a statue of Robbie is in pride of place in the centre of the city (with a statue of Queen Victoria some distance away, and facing away from the heart of the city).
I remember one Burn's Night many years ago. Vast quantities of alcohol were involved, and one Scottish kid discovered Scotch whiskey that same night, and got rather the worse for wear (to put it very mildly). The fact that someone added Baby Bio to his drinks probably didn't help either.
I'm not sure you'd regard him as such a fine poet if you'd had to study his incomprehensible verses at school, but whatever.