As you already know, its any excuse for a party at duncan quinn. But some excuses are rather better than others. Burns Night being one of them.
Words by: DUNCAN QUINN
Every year we get kilted up to celebrate a poor farmer’s lad who succeeded in becoming one of the most recognized humans ever to walk the face of the earth. If you’ve never heard of him that’s just because you didn’t know its him.
More statues have been erected in his memory than practically anyone else in the world.
When John Steinbeck wrote “Of Mice And Men” he took the title from the line, “the best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men, gang aft agley” from the Burns poem, “To a Mouse.”
J.D. Salinger’s “Catcher in the Rye” was a twist on Burns “Thro’ the Rye”.
Then, of course, you probably sing a little song he wrote at least once a year. For he’s the guy who penned, “Auld Lang Syne”. Its in the top three most popular songs in the English language in the Guiness Book of Records.
But he wasn’t just a talented poet. He was an all around roust about who fathered children with seven different partners, and often went boozing with his “bosom cronies”.
In fact, his debauchery was the end of him. After falling asleep in a ditch in the rain on his way home from a particularly heavy session with his friends he caught pneumonia and died at the age of 37.
His friends missed him much. And so began a dinner in his memory on his birthday, January 25th, four years after he passed away.
The dinner is still celebrated over 250 years later. In every country. In every language. The world over.
Which is why its a good excuse to strap on a kilt, get your heavy artillery out, and wash down the haggis, neaps and tatties with some serious booze.
So we went to Fat Radish and convinced the chaps there that we were good for a party. In this case featuring a cashmere kilt, some handcrafted knives, Krug Grande Cuvee and The Macallan 12, 18 and 25 from my newly minted, limited edition, flask.
Designed and constructed by Oakley from carbon fibre and other high tech stuff. Just in case you find yourself having a bad day in Bosnia and need to make sure your flask is bulletproof.
Here’s tae us, all like us, there’s no many, and they’re all dead.
Robert Burns: ****** in a class of his own.
Fat Radish: ***** a haggis and a half.
Krug Grand Cuvee: ***** serious bubbles.
The Macallan: ***** truly the water of life.