There was plenty of tartan to be seen including a Manx tartan

One of the main highlights of the evening was the piping of the haggis.  

Followed by John's "Address to a Haggis".
"His knife see rustic labour dight, An cut you up wi ready slight,"

Darren delivered a very amusing Toast to the Lassies

            which was appreciated by the lads in the audience!

Once again I recited a poem.  This time I chose to answer the common question of whether it's true that a Scotsman wears nothing under his kilt!

A Scotsman and his Kilt

A Scotsman clad in his kilt left the pub one evening fair
You could tell by the way he walked that he’d drunk more than his share.
He staggered round until he could no longer stay up on his feet.
He stumbled off the pavement and went to sleep beside the street.

About that time two young and lovely girls just happened to pass by,
One says to the other with a twinkle in her eye:
"See yon sleeping Scotsman, so strong and handsome built?
I wonder if it's true what they DON’T wear beneath the kilt!"

They crept up to the sleeping Scot as quiet as could be;
And lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see.
They gasped as they soon realised that he really was quite bare
No boxers shorts or posing pouch, not a stitch of underwear.

They marvelled for a moment, then one said: "We really should be gone.
But, let's leave a present before we move along."
So around the bonnie spur they tied a silk blue ribbon in a bow
And in the gentle breeze the Scotsman’s kilt did lift and show.

Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call, and stumbled towards the trees.
Behind the bush he lifts his kilt, and gawks at what he sees.
And in a startled voice he says, to what's before his eyes,
"Oh, lad I don't know where you’ve been, but I see you won first prize!"
 

See the photos from previous Burns Night Suppers 2005 and 2004.