Tag: robert burns
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TAM, IN HONOUR OF RABBIE BURNS
Tam stumbled out the pub into his car. ‘Off home then, Meg,’ he patted the grey metal, named after the horse she had replaced. After several attempts he managed to crank the engine into life and got behind the wheel. He weaved drunkenly along the single track road. As he passed the old church and…
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THE READING
My collar was too tight. I could feel it irritating the skin round my neck. The heavy cloth material on the kilt itched. The tight socks were making my feet sweat. I looked around the room at the other guests. All the men were in standard suits or hired kilts. The women displayed…