Hoots Mon!

It was that time of year again when the ceilidh comes to town for Burns Night. The haggis was addressed, then eaten with neeps and tatties and sticky toffee pudding, the beers were served and drunk, the band played, the people danced, the kids danced! and in between, we bitched about Brexit and then forgot about it...  and a fun night was had!

On that note, I felt sorry for someone on the news the other day who clearly had lost track of whether he was coming or going (like the country) and said he "voted to stay in brexit".... arggghhhh!