Great chieftain o' the Puddin-race!

'scuse me, haggis coming through!'

Piper John MacCallum squeezing through a packed Boots bar on Saturday night as Clachaig paid tribute to Scotland's national bard in our own inimitable style. 

Following a few of the usual formalities (but not the boring bits) including the humane culling of a local wild haggis, White Rose carried out a ceremonial 'claymoring' of the beast much to the delight of the masses.

'His knife see Rustic-labour dight'

 

Dougie & Kevin were in fine voice as they addressed the haggis under the watchful eye of our Head Chef, Davy.
Rumours of several vegetarians seen heading for the toilets to the sound of  'trenching your gushing entrails bright!' as everyone raised a glass of uisge beatha.

A great night was had by all judging by the late, and missing breakfast guests this morning......obviously the free haggis is to blame!