Ode to a Haggis and Irn Bru Supper

So, have you all got your haggis ready?

What for? - You're joking, right? Tomorrow is Burn's Night. Good lord, you heathens. Get your Haggis and neeps and tatties to the ready and get some whisky down you.

I'll spare you the poetry - but you really ought to be eating Haggis tomorrow night. I have generally year on year made it my mission to get everyone eating it - and tomorrow is not exception. This year, I am subjecting my stalker friend to Haggis. And he will like it. And that's that.

And speaking of Haggis, on Friday I am taking part in a self-organised consumer taste test study - Can Four Blindfolded Girls Identify the Difference between Irn Bru and Vodka and Irn Bru WKD. That's the test. And it will be a scientific test - blindfold wearing will be enforced, along with swilling of mouths with water between mouthfuls.
I shall also be laying on a feast for the four testers. There shall be carrot batons and hummus and fish fingers and I Can't Believe it's Not Chicken Nuggets. The latter two will be served with a mayonnaise/tomato sauce mix - that will take on the name Thousand Island Dressing.

Now who said I wasn't glamorous, classy and the best host on earth?

(If your still struggling to make the Haggis link - Irn Bru and Haggis are both Scottish - aren't they, air head).