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<strong>Mr</strong>. <strong>Chairman</strong>, <strong>honoured</strong> <strong>guests</strong>, <strong>ladies</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>gentlemen</strong><br />
Firstly I would like to thank Ian for witty <strong>and</strong> humorous toast to the lassies.<br />
I am delighted to be here tonight <strong>and</strong> I hope to reply with justice on behalf of<br />
the lassies.<br />
Tonight we have been flattered by Ian, <strong>and</strong> that's one of the great things about<br />
Burns suppers, after a busy Christmas <strong>and</strong> New Year when us girls have<br />
shopped <strong>and</strong> cooked for Scotl<strong>and</strong> isn't it nice to at last be appreciated?<br />
Listening tonight to our speakers it’s plain to see that men revere the National<br />
Bard- Scotl<strong>and</strong>s favourite Son, Cultural Icon, he’s the Bees Knees, a real Jack<br />
The Lad. What nonsense! Ladies we know better don’t we.<br />
The truth is he was a waster, a drunkard, a womaniser, failed farmer, taxman<br />
cum poet - an out <strong>and</strong> out scoundrel. In 37 short years he created absolute<br />
havoc.<br />
Rabbie epitomises in some way good or bad every man we have ever met –<br />
lets look at a couple of examples: Robbie refers to himself with pride as<br />
‘Inconstant’ – <strong>ladies</strong> we would prefer the term ‘cheating git’. He claimed to<br />
write about women he knew <strong>and</strong> he evidently knew a lot of women because<br />
he wrote poems about Anna, Alison, Katie, Mary, Jeannie, Chloris, Clarinda,<br />
Nancy, Nell, Molly, Polly, Peggy, Bessie, Jessie, Eliza, Maria <strong>and</strong> Delia. A<br />
tolerant bunch I must say.<br />
Arrogance: Failed as a farmer <strong>and</strong> with 2 women pregnant he decided the<br />
honourable course of action was to scuttle off to Jamaica. Persuaded against<br />
this he married Jean Armour who he had the audacity to describe as a<br />
‘forgiving’ woman who accepted <strong>and</strong> took responsibility for all his children<br />
legitimate <strong>and</strong> illegitimate. In total he fathered 12 children with an assortment<br />
of women <strong>and</strong> he wasn’t too creative in the naming department for 3 of his<br />
daughters were called Elizabeth. He greeted the first Elizabeth with a poem<br />
called Welcome to the Bastard Wean – what a charmer.<br />
I could go on <strong>and</strong> on but the truth is that Burns was a wee horror revered in<br />
the male dominated society of the 18 th century. In fairness he did make a<br />
fleeting reference to the rights of women meriting some attention – big deal!<br />
Fortunately girls, since then we have come a long way - acquired voting<br />
rights, equal pay, equal opportunities. It has only taken us 200 years which<br />
proves that we will always get what we want eventually.<br />
I got to thinking how different things would be had Robbie Burns been born a<br />
woman in the current times. Roberta Burns, aged 20 years, good sense of<br />
humour, seeks male companions <strong>and</strong> Bring Your Own Bottle. She decides to<br />
escape to the Highl<strong>and</strong>s <strong>and</strong> jumps into her wee Clio, fills up with red diesel<br />
<strong>and</strong> heads north. She visits many towns <strong>and</strong> villages along the way but finds
herself eventually in Brora. She sources Cunninghams, Il Padrinos, Blisss<br />
<strong>and</strong> the Golf Club – what more could a woman ask for?<br />
But along the way the carousing siren meets Hootie Baillie, Jim Cunningham,<br />
Bill Ballantyne, Phil Shanks, Ronnie Sim, Malcolm McColl, Ken Lorimer, Alex<br />
Rennie, John Clarkson, Bill Honeyman, Tony Gill – I could go on. She lives<br />
the high life <strong>and</strong> regularly creates havoc in the Golf Club with her drunken<br />
tales <strong>and</strong> exploits , she’s unreliable with money <strong>and</strong> she goes on to produce<br />
12 children – <strong>and</strong>, to upstage her famous namesake she calls 3 of them Ken,<br />
3 of them Bill, 3 of them Phil <strong>and</strong> 3 Jim. Chaos reigns in the village! Now – no<br />
one is going to tell me that Roberta Burns will appear in the Raggie described<br />
as a Cultural Icon.<br />
Just ask Sheila or Ann or Meg or Kathleen how they’d describe Roberta!<br />
She also met Alasdair Risk but being a Socialist Roberta would have no truck<br />
with a Tory so that was a non-starter although being a paid up member of the<br />
Labour Party she did indicate that she’s open to all donations with a ceiling of<br />
£950.<br />
So anyway <strong>gentlemen</strong> we <strong>ladies</strong> rest our case safe in the knowledge that you<br />
got Rabbie wrong.<br />
Roberta does have a serious side <strong>and</strong> one day suffering from a severe<br />
hangover she pops into Padrinos for a latte. Alongside her are some of the<br />
<strong>ladies</strong> of the village. Hettie Cunningham, ever the wise matriarch, dispenses<br />
some sound advice, ‘Come on now, settle down <strong>and</strong> behave yourself <strong>and</strong><br />
write some of this poetry you tell us you’re so good at’.<br />
She starts to write a poem entitled ‘Tess o Shanter – an analysis <strong>and</strong><br />
comparison of it with Tam O Shanter. The poem is set in Padrinos as<br />
opposed to the bottom bar of the SA where Robbie no doubt would have<br />
favoured:<br />
"When chaps like Billie leave the street,<br />
And beauticians <strong>and</strong> co-opy workers meet<br />
When working days are wearing late<br />
And the daily grind begins to abate<br />
While we sit sipping our semi-skimmed latte<br />
Exchanging news , both sad <strong>and</strong> happy<br />
We think na on the long Scots miles<br />
The speed cameras <strong>and</strong> bobbies with happy smiles
That lie between us <strong>and</strong> our hame."<br />
And now at this point in her poem, Roberta Burns makes several important<br />
observations on men <strong>and</strong> their behaviour.<br />
To recap :<br />
"We think na on the lang Scots miles<br />
That lie between us <strong>and</strong> our hame’<br />
And Elinor Sim chips in -<br />
Where, withoot fail,<br />
St<strong>and</strong>s our sullen sulky male<br />
And who, true to form,<br />
Is still figuring it oot how to switch on the microwave,<br />
To make his tea warm.<br />
Tess called him a Macho Man Supreme<br />
Who didna ken one end from the other of the washing machine.<br />
She told him he was a social inadequ-ate<br />
And to the really important things in life, he couldna relate.<br />
For instance,<br />
The only time doon his cheeks the tears would stream<br />
Was on news of another defeat for Brora’s football team.<br />
She prophesised that late or soon<br />
By the end of the season , his team would be doon.<br />
This truth f<strong>and</strong> honest Tess O’Shanter<br />
As she <strong>and</strong> her friends did sit <strong>and</strong> banter.
Now after this passage in "Tam O’Shanter", Robert Burns goes on to describe<br />
the virtues of the town of Ayr, with the famous description –<br />
Auld Ayr, that ne'er a town surpasses,<br />
For honest men <strong>and</strong> bonnie lasses<br />
But I think that Roberta now sitting with Sheila <strong>and</strong> Kendra, would want to use<br />
this passage to warn folk on the trials ahead <strong>and</strong> to promote the anti-wrinkle,<br />
anti-ageing cream industry that offers such solace to us women (<strong>and</strong> men!).<br />
And she would have written :<br />
Auld Age, that ne’er one person by-passes,<br />
Be they honest men or bonnie lasses<br />
Now in Robert Burns’ version he goes on to describe Tam O’Shanter’s<br />
drinking crony –Souter Johnny :<br />
And at his elbow, Souter Johnie,<br />
His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony:<br />
Tam lo'ed him like a very brither;<br />
They had been fou for weeks thegither.<br />
Roberta Burns’ version would have shown that while some men find solace in<br />
binge drinking, women find pleasure <strong>and</strong> contentment in retail therapy.<br />
Roberta would have written :<br />
And at her elbow , Ann <strong>and</strong> Jenny.<br />
Her trusted friends for years a’many<br />
Tess liked them as she liked none other<br />
They’d gone shopping in Cunninghams every week together.<br />
If we move on now to the journey back, Roberta would have happily chosen to<br />
adapt a few of Robert Burns’ lines on Tam riding through the storm, before<br />
making a distinctive change in the story.<br />
She would have written :<br />
Neither Time nor Tide can be tethered by ony person alive<br />
The hour approached when Tess must drive.
The wind blew as 'twad blown its last<br />
The rattling showers rose on the blast<br />
Loud deep <strong>and</strong> long the thunder bellow<br />
And Tess’ SatNav screen went completely yellow.<br />
And so, five hundred yards from Brora Golf Club<br />
Tess’ car drove into an enormous great big dub.<br />
It was a huge impassable dub, the width <strong>and</strong> depth o’ the Atlantic Ocean.<br />
But… what was that sound coming from it, what was that commotion?<br />
And to Tess’s great surprise, delight <strong>and</strong> mirth<br />
Who should emerge from oot the water but - <strong>Mr</strong>. D’Arcy<br />
-Played by Colin Firth.<br />
The next passage would have dealt with a description of <strong>Mr</strong>. D’Arcy lifting<br />
Tess over the flooded stretch of road <strong>and</strong> then placing her on his white horse<br />
before they gallop off up Golf Road.<br />
So now, let’s return to Tess <strong>and</strong> her thoughts as she <strong>and</strong> <strong>Mr</strong>. D’Arcy ride on.<br />
Roberta would have written :<br />
Tess was ecstatic, he was an unbelievable catch,<br />
He was tall dark <strong>and</strong> h<strong>and</strong>some – with a soaking shirt to match<br />
He was kind <strong>and</strong> courteous, <strong>and</strong> talked about his feelings,<br />
And no’ aboot five thous<strong>and</strong> Gigabyte-hard drives that would stretch up to the<br />
ceiling.<br />
He promised her ae fond kiss <strong>and</strong> a red, red rose<br />
And Tess began to swoon,<br />
Was this the real <strong>Mr</strong>. D’Arcy<br />
Or an apparition from Mills & Boon?
The poem reaches its romantic zenith as Tess <strong>and</strong> <strong>Mr</strong>. D’Arcy finally reach<br />
Tess’ house.<br />
Roberta Burns would have written :<br />
They both dismounted ootside Tess’ hoos,<br />
Both sore wi’ the pain o’ a fleeting love,<br />
It’s just like Trevor Howard in “Brief Encounters”, Tess thought, as she gazed<br />
at the stars above.<br />
D’Arcy’s horse sped into the night, as fast as any stallion can,<br />
Tess fumbled in her bag for her front door key, now to see her Microwave<br />
Man.<br />
And just before she put the key in the lock, she recalled the words of a poet,<br />
These two hundred <strong>and</strong> twelve years dead, -<br />
“But pleasures are like poppies spread,<br />
You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed;<br />
Or like the snow falls in the river,<br />
A moment white—then melts for ever.”<br />
And there the tale of Tess O’Shanter ends.<br />
But Roberta Burns would not have allowed the poem to end on such a sad<br />
note.<br />
She would have ended it with a rousing appeal to women across the world,<br />
transcending international boundaries.<br />
She would have completed the poem of “Tess O’Shanter” as follows :<br />
Ah gentle dames, it gars me speak,<br />
To offer you this short <strong>and</strong> sweet advice,
Ignore all this talk about “Girl Power” coming from the likes o’ thon bloomin’<br />
Posh Spice.<br />
Instead, next time Microwave Man is on his computer playing<br />
“Strike Comm<strong>and</strong>o Combat Force Seven”<br />
Sit doon <strong>and</strong> watch your “Pride <strong>and</strong> Prejudice” DVD<br />
And dream of D’Arcy wi your cuppie o tea.<br />
END<br />
Please <strong>ladies</strong>, let us have a toast, just like we did before<br />
Boys, without you, we’d have less work to do, but life would be such a bore!