Shin sibh! Would you all do me a massive favour and stream my song SILHOUETTE today? It's taken from my album SPEACTRAM, which asserts a place for the Scottish Gaelic language within the RnB music landscape.
Shin sibh! Would you all do me a massive favour and stream my song NOCHD today? It's taken from my album SPEACTRAM, which asserts a place for the Scottish Gaelic language within the pop music landscape.
Husband and I had three friends over to celebrate Burns Night. There was locally made haggis, ‘tatties and neeps’, and Laphroaig 10-Year-Old Islay Single Malt Scotch Whisky—and a salad for those who don’t eat haggis. (photo attached)
We read Robbie Burns poems in our best fake Scottish accents, with an American Midwestern twang.
Found the other pumpkin pie I made for Thanksgiving hiding in the freezer—instant dessert!
Calling all Scottish culinary experts--or anybody who has experience cooking HAGGIS.
I'm an hour into cooking a 2 pound fresh haggis, and it burst! I stabbed the casing all over with a sharp implement--like instructed--and it still burst.
What do you advise at this point? I have another hour to go.
I feel like today would be a good day to share Scottish Batman (this little dude accompanies me to every viewing of international Scottish Rugby) 🏴
Hopefully our dear friends @TeamBumble don’t mind us sharing this from last year’s Hogmanay for #BurnsNight- Schubert and his tiny bagpipes never cease to bring me joy! 😂🥰❤️
I murder hate by flood or field,
Tho’ glory’s name may screen us;
In wars at home I’ll spend my blood—
Life-giving wars of Venus.
The deities that I adore
Are social Peace and Plenty;
I’m better pleas’d to make one more,
Than be the death of twenty…
Originally written on a window in the Globe tavern, Dumfries, this is Robert Burns at his "Make love, not war” best
As it's his 265th birthday, I thought I'd take the opportunity to re-post this photo of F.W. Pomeroy's beautiful 1895 statue of the great man from Fountain Gardens in Paisley. If you choose to partake, enjoy your haggis, neeps and tatties!
John Stewart, the 7th Earl of Galloway (1736–1806), lived at Galloway House, Garlieston. Described as ill-tempered, arrogant, insincere and greedy, he fell foul of Burns, who scaled him with a few blistering verses.
On the Earl of Galloway
Robert Burns 1793
What dost thou in that mansion fair?
Flit, Galloway, and find
Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave,
The picture of thy mind.