I'm glad to hear that your son made it to Kelso OK. 13 hours for that trip? What a nightmare! He was lucky he got a bed when he arrived by the sound of things.

As for your son wearing a kilt to the wedding, I hope we get to see the pictures. Macho just doesn't come in to it where kilts are concerned. You just would not believe how keen guys are to wear a skirt. I work for a company which has offices throughout the UK and they still get us all together for a Christmas party in London. Dress is formal and ALL the guys from the Scottish offices want to wear a kilt because it causes such an uproar outside Scotland. They walk 500 yards from the hotel to the party and about 100 tourists and London people have asked to take their picture. It just makes them feel like such celebrities!

Your song lyrics brought back a story from one of our Christmas nights out. Someone had put in a request to the DJ for something Scottish to dance to, thinking of something contemporary. What he got was "Donald where's yer Troosers"! What it is to be typecast, heh?