Burns Night Ceilidh

"Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace worthy
As lang's my arm."

(From 'Ode to a Haggis' by Robert Burns.)

We had a great night out yesterday (yes, I know it was a few days late) at a Burns Night Ceilidh in London. No, we don't have any Scottish connections in our family -at least that I'm aware of, but it's a good excuse to have an evening out and trip the not-so-light fantastic for a 'wee while'!

I much prefer these sort of events to the more formal dinner and dance. It's fun when hardly anyone knows the dances properly and there are proper steps to follow - much more enjoyable than shuffling from one foot to another in approximate time to the music which is what usually happens at company 'do's'! We can all laugh at ourselves and with one another without anyone feeling embarrassed.

The evening was greatly enhanced by the luxury of a car to take us there and back so we didn't have to worry about having a 'wee dram'.