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Last January was the first time in years I haven't organised a local Burns Night celebration. We always got a haggis, and often had veggie haggis made as well. I hadn't thought to do a local Burns Night in 2006, as I was supposed to be flown to Pennsylvania to entertain for one there, but it turns out they're not holding one after all, and I just get paid for doing nothing. A nice change from my usual kill-myself-with-work-for-no-pay routine.


Nice twist of fate. Maybe you could use the money to buy a haggis.

Major John

Keep the haggis. I'll take the single malt.

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