Interlude: Burns Supper

Day 27. 80,795 words. Assuming no weekend progress.

Hard to believe it’s already been a year. I haven’t had much time to practice since returning from our trip, so I can’t promise my performance will bring the house down, nevertheless I am inspired to play and may even dust off a few oldies.

Tunes, that is. While piping in the haggis and entertaining the Finnish Scottish Society and guests at the annual Society Burns Supper.

At least this time, I have a kilt and sporran so I can look the part. Somewhat. I haven’t got to that part of my What I Did On My Holidays epic yet, though, so I’ll say no more.

Have yet to actually go to the Burns Supper, obviously I am pre-writing this as usual. With any luck there will be more of a report, and hopefully even some photos. To be continued.


About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy.
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5 Responses to Interlude: Burns Supper

  1. aaronthepatriot says:

    Oh, now I get your email reference! I thought you were saying I had to be a part of this sort of activity now ;P

    Hope you enjoyed it!

  2. stchucky says:

    It was damn good actually. Fun night out.

    There was a bit of drama, because an Actual Pipe Band turned up (well, two pipers and a drummer) and upstaged me. It was okay though, because I cried about how the Finnish Scottish Society wouldn’t want me enymore and they assured me that I was still the only piper who would play for whiskey.

    It was actually more dramatic for another reason, because these guys showed up unexpectedly and played, and incidentally told everyone about their website and how they were available for functions, and completely bumped the other Finnish Scottish Society musician off the schedule. After he’d taken days off work to practice and brought all his stuff over to the party venue. Man, he was seething.

    • aaronthepatriot says:

      Wow, that’s…actually pretty shitty. Crashing the society party? Upstaging those who were actually asked to play and had prepared based on that understanding?

      Bagpipers *shakes head sadly*

      • stchucky says:

        Yeah, it was a bit like that. I can sort of see how it happened, one of them was at the last event we held and she’d talked to me about joining their band. So they were probably talking about it among themselves and (let’s spin this positively) might have decided “what the heck, let’s support the cause by buying tickets to the bash, and offering them a free show if they want.” And, incidentally, also do a bit of free advertising for gigs among the key demographic for bagpipe audiences in Finland. Frankly it’s amazing they didn’t do it before now.

        And yeah, they didn’t crash as such, they did buy seats and they did clear it with the committee on the night, but they weren’t part of the planning or anything so it messed up the other musician’s set. To be honest there was a second musician there who spent way too long playing (no, not just me!), they could have gotten rid of him, nobody was into it.

        It’s amusing to note, also, that of the three bagpipers at the event (including me), two were Australians. I’m not sure of the nationality of the lady who was piping, she had a bit of a Scottish accent but I’m not sure. It could have been a result of her having learned English while on exchange in Scotland, or any other reason.

        I may find out. I said I’d consider attending their practice on Thursday even though I really don’t have the time or the inclination to join another band. I’m perfectly happy with the situation as it is.

        Also, no way in Hell am I wearing Mackintosh tartan.

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