The start to 2014 was a rather tame affair. With the Hon Pres. still making his way back from his sojourn to Winterstorm and Jenny away to see the Gorillas (real ones- not Ibrox) it was left to the stalwarts to come out from hibernation.
Two pre pie pipers and two post pie. It was interesting and pleasing to see that not everyone on planet earth is on a detox.
The P/M got the show on the road and with a nod to the Bard and two Burns suppers coming up you can guess the theme of his selection.
“As Tammie glowr’d, amaz’d, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious; The piper loud and louder blew; The dancers quick and quicker flew; They reel’d, they set, they cross’d, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark!”
Next to take the floor was Lachie Dick who was trying out a set of pipes that he was considering buying. Much debate was to be had over the night as to the make and value of the set. Suffice to say Lachie went away with a box of swan vesta in his pocket and his cheque book hidden away in the pipe case.
Guinness and pies. No haggis. Sigh.
Great chieftain o’ the pudding-race!
Aboon them a’ yet tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
As lang’s my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin was help to mend a mill
In time o’need,
While thro’ your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.’
Donald McLeod was the post pie piper and having played at his annual Burns Supper he was in the kilt and in fine form.
He was followed by Andrew Gray who was once again on a naked pipe. Not a good way to start the year and the dress and deportment marks took a knock. He was however in great form and apparently has not had a seasonal break such was the sound of the pipe and finger dexterity.
‘And that was that and aw that
A few pounds heavier for aw that
The amber bead- there was no need
A small wee crowd of only eight
We can do better- come out the gate.’