Well the evening, organised by Jak Logan, went with a swing and a swirl.
All guests were seated by 7pm, and then we began . . .
The Selkirk Grace (by Bert McLean)
“Some hae meat and canna eat, and some wad eat that want it, but we hae meat and we can eat, and sae the Lord be thankit.”
Address to the Haggis (by Lord Logan of Glencoe)
Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face, great chieftain o’ the pudding-race! Aboon them a’ ye tak your place, painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy o’a grace as lang’s my arm . . . . . . ..  . . . etc, etc etc.
Toast to the Haggis (All)
Supper – Cock -a -Leekie soup, Haggis, neeps and tatties, Typsy Laird, wee dram of whisky
Ceiledh – Irish Des and his caller Aileen
A fun time for all who took part; was there a “Galloping Carousel”, a “Fairy Ring”, and did we meet “the Duke of Perth”? Who knows? But a great time was had anyway!
Auld Lang Syne

The proof is here . . .