As a Polish/Russian/Welsh/Englisman with no Scottish heritage whatsoever I post this with no axe to grind!

We are just back from a family wedding in Edinburgh. The hotel was on Grassmarket facing the Castle. Wonderful outlook. We had a good look round Saturday morning and I fell in love with the place. I have been before, twice, but never realy saw it like this. (First time I went to T in the park and the second I was working.) The wedding was lovely. The bride, my wife's neice, was beautiful and her husband was just as handsome. The reception was fantastic and a small Ceilidh band got the place bouncing far better than some of the big Ceilidhs I have been to in England.

We saw the Armistice day parade today and I was moved to tears. I bought a Saxon sword from one of the best armouries I have ever seen. On the way out I saw the Elephant House (birthplace of Harry Potter) just down the road from the Bedlam theatre who are now showing Terry Pratchett's 'Guards, guards!'. I nearly turned back!

On a different note. How come the Scots have such a wonderful pride in their heritage while us English just take the piss? For the first time ever I heard Mrs P wishing she had some Scottish heritage herself. The worrying thing is, I nearly bought a kilt...

Cheers

Dave