Burns Night is coming. Let’s face it, if it wasn’t in January, no-one would take any notice. But after 25 moribund days of ‘meh’, celebrating the birthday of an 18th century tax collector with some root vegetables and stomach stuffed with bits of sheep sounds like a brilliant night out.
It’s not. A clichéd caricature of Scottish-ness, it’s tediously quaint, painfully kitsch and all those endless Immortal Memories, those cheesy Addresses to the Lassies; the dreary drone of the bagpipes would have bored the life out of the real Robert Burns.
So we suggest some alcoholic alternatives to breathe life back into Burns Night including:
Harviestoun Ola Dubh – you can get it the three different expressions, here.
And then we celebrate a lesser-known milestone – the 103rd anniversary of the first ever Hercule Poirot novel – and honour the “detestable, bombastic, tiresome,egocentric little creep” with a superb Belgian stout.