Just back from the Edinburgh Folk Club Burns Night. All very good: main band was Haggerdash, who did quite a few Burns songs, but others as well. Some songs from the floor too, and our resident piper playing tunes. Only one speech, The Immortal Memory, which was pretty light-hearted, featuring various definitions of "Trump" from Frank Bechhofer. And his wife, Jean, did the Selkirk Grace before we had very nice cock-a-leekie soup and haggis, neeps and tatties, of course, and a wee dram of Old Pulteney. (From Wick.)