Second, that I would find time to look more deeply into issues of national identity, and explore what it means to be Scottish. This is particularly hard for someone who pronounces words with a ‘posh’ (or at least, received) English accent. And third, that I (while being chronologically-challenged) would find items to write about that might slot pleasingly into calendars of events, historical, personal, or ecclesiastical.
Oh, and if you’ve never heard the wonderful and legendary John Kenny play this beast of an instrument, I urge you to look it up while you’re here on the internet. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hVAWwWi0DbE
who bore the boar
on a John-the-Baptist dish.
A weapon of war,
adored and abhorred, a caricature,
with bulging eyes and laughing lower jaw;
its sforzando roar let rip
with puckered lip
and petrifying embouchure.
Then, in a peaty grave and frore
was chilled by hoar-frost
and nature’s icy blast;
a silenced sacrifice,
heard – and feared –