I'm meeting my secret Scottish lover again tonight. My first brush with the word "haggis" came in 1977 when a Scottish kid rocked up at my Northern Ireland primary school. I can’t remember his name, because children being children and this new child being Scottish he was simply called Haggis, even by teachers. And yes, evidently, I realised cows aren’t sheep; still, simply the sight of haggis looked like it could turn a human mad. “And you can’t get haggis in Ireland.” Six months later, we moved to Glasgow.

Source: The Herald January 26, 2023 01:38 UTC