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Low life

The risks of being an Englishman on Burns Night

Fortunately, everyone was so blootered it didn’t matter

31 January 2015

9:00 AM

31 January 2015

9:00 AM

I’m rubbish at public speaking and detest it. Even the thought of reciting an English poem of my choice at a Burns Night Supper cast a long shadow beforehand, in spite of the strong probability that everyone at the table would be blootered when the time came for me to get to my feet.

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