Burns Suppers

It is the middle of the Burns season now so I may well be unintelligible for a few weeks, either through whisky consumption or by virtue of my use of bizarre Scottishisms  like ‘hud yer wheesht’ and ‘blaw yer tap-whistle. A clamjafrae o bashes cam yin efter tuther. Am kitted oot smart as a badger chaunting like a wee bird and the malarkie is as braw as as kilties hair spurran