Tuesday, January 26, 2010

getting my oats

Still on the subject of porridge, it having been Burns night and all: we went to our neighbours-over-the-road for the annual haggis-stabbing and a bit of song and dance. Mr. Signs, who is tone deaf, sang his Burns party piece (The Belles of Mauchline) to my guitar accompaniment, Scottish host sang a reggae version of Scots Wha Hae and a lesser-known version of Auld Lang Syne, I sang May You Never (after John Martyn) neighbour-next-door got six of us (though I chickened out half way through) to do a circle dance, following a whisky-tasting session. We ate two different kinds of haggis with neeps and mash, followed by three different kinds of pudding. On the morning of that day I had porridge for breakfast, there was oatmeal in the haggis and in one of the puddings. You could say that I was oatmealed and porridged out, but I have never worried about getting too much of a good thing.
I was too ill to write much last week, but did some editing on a couple of short stories and sent them off, and today went back to the lovely notebook, my big story still warm and waiting for me.
Here's the actual John with the actual song. I can never get too much of this either.

10 comments:

Pants said...

Hi Signs

Lovely post. Solid Air is my favourite John Martyn song but I can't sing it unless my mouth is full of marbles, which it rarely is.

xxx

Pants

Cusp said...

Dearie me, when I saw the title of this latest post I thought you'd diverted into bodice-ripper territory !!! Who knows what goes on deep down in the woods ?!

Anyway, good to see that you still know how to have a good time given the opportunity. If you need a laugh follow NMJ's link to a Burns Night inspired vid. on YouTube.

Reading the Signs said...

Hi Pants, when I sing May You Never I don't even try to get the marbled effect. But I can see that with Solid Air it would be difficult to render it any other way than his.

yes, Cusp, it all happens here, believe me - teddy bears, oats, you name it. I do still know how to have a good time, but fondly remember days when I was able to drink Mr. S under the table.

Cusp said...

Yes I remember when I could drink more than most and still smile. Now even a whiff of weak wine gives me a hangover ---- oh poo!

Can't imagine why Teddies would want to wear bodices --- even in the woods: very strange wildlife round your way.

The Moon Topples said...

Hello, Signs.

Sounds like you had a lovely night of music and food that does not require chewing.

Reading the Signs said...

Hey Moonio, nice to see your blue face around these parts again.

Richard Lucas said...

Perhaps it is time to re-ignite the National Anthem for Scotland debate.

Front runners to supersede "Flower of Scotland" traditionally include Hamish Henderson's "Freedom Come All Ye". There are those who favour "Donald , whaur's your Troosers?" Several Proclaimers songs must be in the running, and my own choice would be Michael Marra's "Hermless". But - wouldn't "May You Never" be a brilliant song for the country?

Reading the Signs said...

Hi Richard, I didn't realise Flower of Scotland was the National Anthem. I know, I know - where have I been?

I can't imagine May You Never being belted out at football matches though.

Kahless said...

I love it that you are so "arty"

I think your kids growing up in your household - it must have been kind of cool.

Reading the Signs said...

Well, at the time of growing up they didn't think we were cool at all! But I reckon they probably do now, a bit.