My father was a Scot and you can take Scotsmen out of their country but you can't take Scotland out of Scotsmen to parody a phrase. When we migrated to Australia in 1962, my father was terribly homesick even though he'd lived in England since the war. He went out one day and bought a record player with a detachable speaker. We lived in a country area with few neighbours (it's now a suburb of Melbourne)and he set it up with the extension speaker out on the road. He then put on his kilt (always his formal attire), put Jimmy Shand on the player and danced up and down the road for about an hour with the music full bore and frightening all the cows. We thought he'd gone mad but he seemed to cope much better after that. Thanks Jimmy! I know it's an old thrtead but it still brings back lots of memories. When we were little kids we danced at home to the old 78s but when he hit that last chord, we all would fall down on the floor and not move until the starting chord of the next tune.