The Deil’s awaugh, the Deil’s awaugh,The Deil’s awaugh wi’ th’ excise man.(Robert Burns 1759-1796) I first heard this tune as we were sitting in a tin can, rattling along in the dark. Robert Burns’ famous song being roared at the tops of their voices by a bunch of overgrown boy scouts. Possibly Runrig fans tooContinue reading “They’re Late Again – the Taxes”
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I wrote my poem The Handover during the pandemic expressing my concerns about the queen, and now it’s happened.
Life Lessons from my German Teacher
Is my family Hamlet or King Lear?