Great Chieftan o' the Puddin-race!

The Scottish poet Robbie Burns died 200 years ago today. Or maybe the Scottish writer Rabbie Burns was born 200 years ago today. Actually, it may have been 300 years. Or something like that.

I can say with some certainty that today is a day to drink whisky to celebrate an inscrutable artist. I can also say, albeit with less certainty, that his love poem To a Haggis makes more sense after a few wee drams ...

"Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great Chieftan o' the Puddin-race!"