Yes, here he is, my delightful date, the "skellum" scallywag, waste of space, not even half way through the Burns Supper, a drunkard that would put even Tam O'Shanter to shame.

I am not sure if it was the whiskey, the raw sheeps stomach and dried blood gourmet scottish haggis they served, my reading of Tam O Shanter or what.

Suffice to say I went home alone that night and your SP was not impressed.