Burns, Baby! Burns!

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Happy St Andrew's Day. Happy St Andrew's day? A contradiction in terms?

(Above: Robert Burns, like me, in exile in London. Delighted to be so, too. I mean me. Don't know about Burns. You'd have to ask him. Although when he wrote "My heart is in the Highlands" I don't think he meant Totteridge & Whetstone. Though I might be wrong. There's a first time for everything.)

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