"Weel done, Cutty-sark!"

.... And in an instant all was dark: 
One "up" side to yesterday's sad tidings was the fact that we managed to secure
(if you'll pardon the near-pun) a "haggle"-free bottle of Cutty-sark at about 50% off.
I'm pleased to see the ubiquitous Spill-Chucker has not, this time, resurrected
Cutty-Sark as "Cut sack". OR, if it has, I'll be back to throttle the living daylights out of it.
I've just horrified myself by finding yer actual genuine English translation of
"Tam o'Shanter" by the bloke I think of (tongue in cheek) as "The original celtic Jew"
y'know "The Rabbi Burns".


If you really NEED a translation/shock to the system,  you'll find it here.