Friday, January 25, 2013

Poetry Corner


Happy Burns Night.

Ivor Cutler - 'Life In A Scotch Sitting Room, Volume 2 (Episode 15)' (1983)

8 comments:

  1. Anybody fancy a haggis supper then?

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  2. deep fried and battered of course. No?

    Haggis pakora then?

    Your loss.


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  3. I've posted some poetry today, oblivious to Burns Night. And an earlier conversation I had with my brother got off to a cryptic start with him repeatedly quizzing me as to whether I'd got a haggis in.

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  4. Synchronicity - as Stink prob sez

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  5. Y'know for years and years I thought he was saying "Grubs" (for Tea) .... still, after 25 years or so, noone from England could fully explain to me what Gruts really is ...

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  6. Dirk: "GRUTS = Groats: hulled, or hulled and crushed, grain, usually oats but sometimes wheat, barley or maize".

    Apparently.

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