#Standard Habbie

[billherbert23]

Ilka year, when Burns Nicht comes aroond, I turn to the habbie as though tae a small guitar, and see whit comes tae mairk the occasioun. This year, an Effbook post by Rob A. Mackenzie aboot a free neep made me think of that ither guest at the feast.

To a Neep (for Rob)

Braw Tumshie, that shid feed a sheep,

Auld Scotia’s turnip, crehd a neep,

or Swede beh sticklers: lo, ye keep

twa festivals:

fae Halloween ye cannae sleep

till Burns’ Nicht calls.

Pity the sculptor, makkin a fist

but riskin fingers, thoomb, and wrist,

tae cerve a lantern - wieldin, pissed,

thir Damascene;

or peelin, chappin, in a mist

maist crammasene.

Ye welcome Winter wi a pus

that’s gantin, freendly, luminous,

then, biled and bashit, nourish us -

fae mask tae mash,

and await the haggis like a bus

while storm-winds lash.

Guidwifies, guidmen, nationwide,

as beetles, forks, and fates collide,

gaze on the neep wi, nearly, pride -

its Janus fiss

that, could it but bite, wad fit inside

aa time and space!

Tumshie, neep - swede; crehd - called; chappin - chopping; Damascene - a blade; crammasene - crimson; pus, fiss - face; gantin - gaping; bashit - mashed; beetles - mashers, pestles.

[scotianostra]

On September 5th 1750, the poet Robert Fergusson was born in the Canongate in Edinburgh.

Most of you will not have heard of Robert Fergusson, he suffered from ill health, physical and mental, during his short life, he passed away in barbarous conditions in Edinburgh's notorious Bedlam.

Doctor Andrew Duncan, the name might be familiar to those from Edinburgh, on finding Fergusson before being admitted to the "hospital" described him as being in a "state of furious insanity" he saw no choice but to have Fergusson taken to the city's Bedlam madhouse.Conditions at the Bedlam, which was attached to the Edinburgh Charity Workhouse behind modern-day Teviot Place, were notoriously awful. Patients were treated as inmates, locked in cold stone-flagged cells, with only straw for bedding.

Fergusson may have only lived for 24 years, the last of which was traumatic, but those short years not only inspired Scotland’s best-known bard Robert Burns and the writer Robert Louis Stevenson, it also paved the way for better treatment of people with mental health conditions thanks to the aforementioned Dr Duncan.

Robert Fergusson was born of Aberdeenshire parents in Cap-and-Feather Close, in Edinburgh’s Old Town, on 5 September, 1750. The street has since disappeared, having been demolished during Fergusson’s lifetime to make way for the North Bridge, many of you will have walked over where Cap-and-Feather Close, it is said to have been where the junction at the Tron Church is, the road that now takes you over North Bridge towards Princes Street.

After primary education in Edinburgh, Fergusson entered the city’s High School in 1758, attaining a bursary to attend the Grammar School in Dundee in 1762. Two years later, he enrolled in St. Andrews University. As a student, Fergusson became infamous for his pranks, having once come close to expulsion. Despite this riotous reputation, the poet’s education stayed with him, he moved back to Edinburgh to support his mother, after the death of his father.

He got a job as a copyist for the Commissary Office main concern was, of course, poetry, and on 7 February, 1771 he anonymously published the first of a trio of pastorals in Ruddiman’s Weekly Magazine. Originally he wrote in English but by 1772 he had started to use the Scottish dialect in the standard Habbie verse form - a form which would later be copied and made famous by Robert Burns, indeed this style is now called the Burns stanza, perhaps it should be The Fergusson Stanza?

Fergusson’s own muse was Allan Ramsay and, like the be-turbaned Ramsey, followed a bit of a bohemian lifestyle in Edinburgh, which was then at the height of an intellectual and cultural tumult as the nerve centre of the Scottish Enlightenment. He wrote a total of fifty poems in Scottish English and thirty-three in the Scots language, but it is for his remarkable exploits in the latter genre that he should be acknowledged and acclaimed. His poetic subject matter paints vivid accounts of the life and characters of ‘Auld Reekie’ and drunken encounters with the notorious Edinburgh City Guard of Captain Porteous, the ‘Black Banditti’ of ‘The Daft Days’.

Fergusson began to suffer from depression in 1773, biographers have described his condition as ‘religious melancholia’, but regardless of whether or not that was the case, he gave up his job, stopped writing, withdrew completely from his riotous social life, and spent his time reading the Bible. He had heard about an Irish poet, John Cunningham, who had died in an asylum in Newcastle. That inspired 'Poem to the Memory of John Cunningham', and Fergusson became terribly afraid that the same thing was going to happen to him. Tragically, his dark prediction came true. In August, 1774, Fergusson fell down a flight of stairs and received a bad head injury, after which he was deemed ‘insensible’. His friend, the good doctor Andrew Duncan, had no choice but to admit him to Darien House "hospital", Bedlam, where after a matter of weeks, he suddenly died. He had only just turned 24.

I return to the fact that Burns was a fan and after Fergusson’s death Burns wrote of him, “my elder brother in misfortune, by far my elder brother in the muse.”

Fergusson was buried in an unmarked plot in The Canongate Kirkyard. On visiting Edinburgh in 1787, Burns paid for a headstone over his long-neglected grave, commemorating Fergusson as ‘Scotia’s Poet. I have taken many friends to visit Fergusson's last resting place over the years, mainly down to my late mother's love of Burns, but also because I love showing people around my home town.

The picture shows the statue of Robert Fergusson outside the Canongate Church, if passing go pay your respects to the man, who inspired Rabbie Burns, who, under different circumstances might have been lauded as our National Bard, if you like a wee whisky perhaps raise a glass tonight on what might have been "Fergusson's Night"

This few lines are from The Daft Days, by Fergusson, you will get the drift of Edinburgh being a comforting, hospitable place where they aren't afraid of a drink, which is a s true today as it was in 1772 when they were written.

Auld Reikie! thou’rt the canty hole,

A bield for many caldrife soul,

Wha snugly at thine ingle loll,

Baith warm and couth,

While round they gar the bicker roll

To weet their mouth.

[victusinveritas]

A Birl for Burns

Seamus Heaney

From the start, Burns’ birl and rhythm,

That tongue the Ulster Scots brought wi’ them

And stick to still in County Antrim

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍Was in my ear.

From east of Bann it westered in

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍On the Derry air.

My neighbours toved and bummed and blowed,

They happed themselves until it thowed,

By slaps and stiles they thrawed and tholed

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍And snedded thrissles,

And when the rigs were braked and hoed

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍They’d wet their whistles.

Old men and women getting crabbèd

Would hark like dogs who’d seen a rabbit,

Then straighten, stare and have a stab at

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍Standard habbie:

Custom never staled their habit

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍O’ quotin’ Rabbie.

Leg-lifting, heartsome, lightsome Burns!

He overflowed the well-wrought urns

Like buttermilk from slurping churns,

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍Rich and unruly,

Or dancers flying, doing turns

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍At some wild hooley.

For Rabbie’s free and Rabbie’s big,

His stanza may be tight and trig

But once he sets the sail and rig

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍Away he goes

Like Tam-O-Shanter o’er the brig

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍Where no one follows.

And though his first tongue’s going, gone,

And word lists now get added on

And even words like stroan and thrawn

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍Have to be glossed,

In Burns’s rhymes they travel on

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍And won’t be lost.

Image: Seamus Heaney taking part in the BBC Radio Ulster programme “A Birl for Burns” https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b09nxr9j

https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/birl-burns/

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Habby Theen Thurs!

Yeah I was caught up with things earlier today, so forgot to make the standard celebratory post. In the meantime! Enjoy this collection of high-quality Thena facial expressions I have collected:

[eclipsecrowned]

anyway here’s some queer hcs for the hel. habby pride.

hel’s gender best aligns to demigirl – married to aesthetics of womanhood but not overtly moved by it as a gender. i say best bc well, as a nonhuman in a majority of verses and hailing from a nonhuman culture, she’s not really aligned with any human notion of gender in particular. she might be defined differently by the standards of her people, but to humans the most fitting identity is what we term demigirl.

she’s panromantic with a preference for ladies or feminine figures. in fact, for a majority of her youth she suspected that she was exclusively attracted to ladies, until she began to branch out and forge bonds with other communities and realized she has a preference but not a singular attraction. 

loops back around to demi in that she’s demisexual. friends to lovers is the only way to get her interested in someone else.

polyamorous in general. monogamy is the exception rather than the rule of her people, and while she herself might be slow burn and hesitant to enter relationships, she’s very encouraging of any partner she might have branching out and spreading the love however they see fit.

in her mainverse she had a decades-long boston-style marriage with a englishwoman of means : ) her marriage to johanna remains her longest and most committed relationship in this setting.

hel has three different verses where she has sired children on a partner. while one was as a result of magic and another was down more to her partners abilities, the last has still not been fully explained but points towards jotnar biology being perhaps more fluid than appearances imply.

in verses where gender roles are more liminal and not strictly enforced, hel chooses to be overtly feminine by her culture’s standards. in verses where gender roles are more enforced or come with strict dichotomy, she shows a propensity to blur the lines of her own accord, embracing a level of masculinity to express her queerness outright.

[sinnhelmingr]

anyway here’s some queer hcs for the lady. habby early pride.

hel’s gender best aligns to demigirl -- married to aesthetics of womanhood but not overtly moved by it as a gender. i say best bc well, as a nonhuman in a majority of verses and hailing from a nonhuman culture, she’s not really aligned with any human notion of gender in particular. she might be defined differently by the standards of her people, but to humans the most fitting identity is what we term demigirl.

she’s panromantic with a preference for ladies or feminine figures. in fact, for a majority of her youth she suspected that she was exclusively attracted to ladies, until she began to branch out and forge bonds with other communities and realized she has a preference but not a singular attraction. 

loops back around to demi in that she’s demisexual. friends to lovers is the only way to get her interested in someone else.

polyamorous in general. monogamy is the exception rather than the rule of her people, and while she herself might be slow burn and hesitant to enter relationships, she’s very encouraging of any partner she might have branching out and spreading the love however they see fit.

in her mainverse she had a decades-long boston-style marriage with a englishwoman of means : ) her marriage to johanna remains her longest and most committed relationship in this setting.

hel has three different verses where she has sired children on a partner. while one was as a result of magic and another was down more to her partners abilities, the last has still not been fully explained but points towards jotnar biology being perhaps more fluid than appearances imply.

in verses where gender roles are more liminal and not strictly enforced, hel chooses to be overtly feminine by her culture’s standards. in verses where gender roles are more enforced or come with strict dichotomy, she shows a propensity to blur the lines of her own accord, embracing a level of masculinity to express her queerness outright.

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I'm bored so I will rank all the animals on my grandparents farm

Sheep and goats

Hailey Bailey- adorable black face sheep, raised from a baby, loves to cuddle the chickens 10/10

Zooms- oldest sheep on the farm. Watches over the goats, ignores the sheep flock?? 4/10

Grapsy- bit of a dick, but, I can't blame him. His horns are growing inward too much, and that's why he was given to my grandparents to care for. 5/10

Habby- baby I love 10/10

Tabby- habbys sister. Bit me one time 8/10

Wabby- the annoying younger brother 8/10

Mark- asshole goat who causes problems simply because he can. Normally nice but chaos runs in his blood 7/10

Blue- shy goat. Will let you feed her from afar, but runs if you get too close. Was probably abused by her old farm 8/10

Spots- pure brown. Has no spots. -3/10

Patches- pure brown. No patches. -2/10

Yabba- screams. Always. Every moment of her life. 2/10

Dabba- also screams. Always. But quieter screams. 3/10

Doo- never screams. Peaceful baby. Likes to lay in the chairs under the patio 10/10

Chickens, ducks and goose

Wybe- the goose... evil..... but really pretty feathers... 6/10

Henrietta- oh I love her. Prettiest chicken. Lays the most eggs. 10/10

Annebell- bantie. She got feathers on her feets. Loves being held. 11/10

Zoe- top of the pecking order. Tried to fight Blue. 3/10

Pocky- youngest chicken, bottom of the order. Almost pure lavender feathers, I love her. 11/10

James- the rooster...... -7/10

Zelda- no one knows where she came from. Literally a wild duck that said fuck it I live her. 8/10

Panda- not a panda. That's a duck. -1/10

Gator- not an alligator. Also a duck, but mean. -4/10

Chicken- are you fucking kidding me. Are you serious? You named a fucking duck that????? -100/10

Cats and dogs

Beezie- needs to take 100 chill pills, but is very cute. She's still a puppy so I let it slide. 6/10

Honey- an actual well behaved dog, trained well, never harms the animals. 10/10

Riley- a purebred boarder collie who could not give less if a fuck about the breed standard. Lays around all day. 3/10

Mama cat- shower up one day and said fuck you I live her. Love her confidence. 10/10

May- the oldest of mamas children. Very shy. 6/10

Cali- very pretty, but likes to steal the duck eggs. Doesn't eat them, only steals. 2/10

Smoky- youngest of Mamas farm children. Hates his sister's. Picks on the horses. 0/10

Biscuit- baby. The most tolerable cat, and doesn't care about anything. 10/10

Gravy- the exact same as his brother, Biscuit, but always wants to go outside. 9/10

Other animals

Holly- the only cow.... only being fostered, and is struggling to find a home. Someone adopt her... 11/10

Hayhay- asshole. Bitch. I hate him. Worst horse in the world. 0/10

Lily- perfect. The kindest. I love her. Best horse in the world. 10/10

Daisy- midocure at best. Doesn't like going on trail walks. 5/10

Rose- peaceful, but doesn't like to go fast... very very good for beginning riders. 8/10

[missuspottah]

*sighs* their love is my favorite kind of love and I can’t wait to witness it grow in the story.

i just finished reading the story for i-lost-how-many-times-already and I’m currently looking thru your asks right now and found this gem. I don’t care how long will it take for the story to finish but I will wait and wait because I’d love to see more of them and how they can finally win their own battles and just love each just as passionately like what you said here.

won’t stop thanking you for this masterpiece @taliesin-19, you set the standard too high and since I found out this story few years ago, I never found anything as good as this gem. thank you for sharing Habby with us ❤️

Btw I’m not really referring to their private bedroom life lol 😅I’m just curious about how harry was when he was with ginny and now with abby hope u don’t find it offending. And; Do you think the affectionateness of a person measures his/her love for its partner? I mean, it happens also in real life. Does Harry being less showy or less sweet or less whatever with Abby means that he loved her less? So sorry for all these questions! Promise won’t ask more 😭

Feel free to ask many as you want! I’ll always try to answer to the best of my ability :) I hope my last answer is what you had in mind?

In terms of your question about affection being a measure of love–no, I don’t think it is. I think affection is definitely necessary, but that people crave different levels of it. People have different love languages. Some speak their love through physical touch, others through acts of service, others through quality time, and so on and so forth (this has been written about, not my own thoughts here lol). None of these are inherently wrong or right. They’re just different. The only time they become a problem is if a couple doesn’t understand each other’s love language. You don’t have to have the same one, you just have to understand it.

Someone who doesn’t understand Harry or Abby might believe upon first glance that he loves her less. But what they don’t see is that he always makes sure to wake up before his alarm so he can turn it off and let her sleep in, knowing she’s been practicing piano all night. Or that he happily takes her to Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade despite his aversion to being in the public eye. That he takes all of her teasing and pranks at work in good stride even though he’s definitely had a good ribbing for some of it. Things that Harry wouldn’t do for anyone else, but that he does for Abby every single day.

Their love is subtle, it’s understated, but it burns just as passionately.

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[billherbert23]

Wha Needs Heaven?

Burns Nicht is negh, wi bleezin neb -

reid fae thi toddies and thi dab

o haunkies dammin sneezin's bleb

fae phlegm's fleet river,

but rally wi Rab at thi haill year's ebb

and damn oor liver!

Here’s tae the deid, wha keep on deein,

thi Richt o wing, wha keep on leein,

thi unca Left, aye unforgeein

o aa that’s human;

here’s haggis, neeps, and drams fur preein,

wi verse wir lumen.

- And then it’s owre, and sae is Burns,

and Scots, and verse in it, returns

tae Brigadinnaebather, girns

thi nippy-heidit.

Sleep, Warld, dwaum that leid’s concerns

are supercedit.

Blue Monday’s beh, here’s Sunday, gloomy

as Billy crooned, but, while still rheumy,

tho oor wark’s flemm’s yet aa-consume-y,

Doom’s skink dilutes,

and can be swallied; time feels flumey -

and on life shoots.

Sae Burns Nicht like a pivot lets

the New Year turn fae grim regrets

tae anither Spring wi its ‘and yet!’s -

there’s mair tae livin

than gettin on, tho we aye forget,

and wha needs Heaven?

[scotianostra]

On September 5th 1750, the poet Robert Fergusson was born in the Canongate in Edinburgh.

He may have only lived for 24 years, the last of which was traumatic, but those short years not only inspired Scotland’s best-known bard Robert Burns and the writer Robert Louis Stevenson, it also paved the way for better treatment of people with mental health conditions thanks to the work of Doctor Andrew Duncan.

Robert Fergusson was born of Aberdeenshire parents in Cap-and-Feather Close, in Edinburgh’s Old Town, on 5 September, 1750. The street has since disappeared, having been demolished during Fergusson’s lifetime to make way for the North Bridge, many of you will have walked over where Cap-and-Feather Close, it is said to have been where the junction at the Tron Church is, the road that now takes you over North Bridge towards Princes Street.

After primary education in Edinburgh, Fergusson entered the city’s High School in 1758, attaining a bursary to attend the Grammar School in Dundee in 1762. Two years later, he enrolled in St. Andrews University. As a student, Fergusson became infamous for his pranks, having once come close to expulsion. Despite this riotous reputation, the poet’s education stayed with him, he moved back to Edinburgh to support his mother, after the death of his father.

He got a job as a copyist for the Commissary Office main concern was, of course, poetry, and on 7 February, 1771 he anonymously published the first of a trio of pastorals in Ruddiman’s Weekly Magazine. Originally he wrote in English but by 1772 he had started to use the Scottish dialect in the standard Habbie verse form - a form which would later be copied and made famous by Robert Burns, indeed this style is now called the Burns stanza, perhaps it should be The Fergusson Stanza?

Fergusson’s own muse was Allan Ramsay and, like the be-turbaned Ramsey, followed a bit of a bohemian lifestyle in Edinburgh, which was then at the height of an intellectual and cultural tumult as the nerve centre of the Scottish Enlightenment. He wrote a total of fifty poems in Scottish English and thirty-three in the Scots language, but it is for his remarkable exploits in the latter genre that he should be acknowledged and acclaimed. His poetic subject matter paints vivid accounts of the life and characters of ‘Auld Reekie’ and drunken encounters with the notorious Edinburgh City Guard of Captain Porteous, the ‘Black Banditti’ of ‘The Daft Days’.

Fergusson began to suffer from depression in 1773, biographers have described his condition as ‘religious melancholia’, but regardless of whether or not that was the case, he gave up his job, stopped writing, withdrew completely from his riotous social life, and spent his time reading the Bible. He had heard about an Irish poet, John Cunningham, who had died in an asylum in Newcastle. That inspired ‘Poem to the Memory of John Cunningham’, and Fergusson became terribly afraid that the same thing was going to happen to him. Tragically, his dark prediction came true. In August, 1774, Fergusson fell down a flight of stairs and received a bad head injury, after which he was deemed ‘insensible’. His friend, the good doctor Andrew Duncan, had no choice but to admit him to Darien House “hospital”, Bedlam.

Doctor Andrew Duncan, the name might be familiar to those from Edinburgh, on finding Fergusson before being admitted to the “hospital” described him as being in a “state of furious insanity” he saw no choice but to have Fergusson taken to the city’s Bedlam madhouse. Conditions at the Bedlam, which was attached to the Edinburgh Charity Workhouse behind modern-day Teviot Place, were notoriously awful. Patients were treated as inmates, locked in cold stone-flagged cells, with only straw for bedding. The young poet was only there for a matter of weeks when he suddenly died. He had only just turned 24.

Fergusson was buried in an unmarked plot in The Canongate Kirkyard. On visiting Edinburgh in 1787, Burns paid for a headstone over his long-neglected grave, commemorating Fergusson as ‘Scotia’s Poet. I have taken many friends to visit Fergusson’s last resting place over the years, mainly down to my late mother’s love of Burns, but also because I love showing people around my hometown.

The first picture shows the statue of Robert Fergusson outside the Canongate Church, with my very own Saltire attached to it, if passing go pay your respects to the man, who inspired Rabbie Burns, who, under different circumstances might have been lauded as our National Bard, if you like a wee whisky perhaps raise a glass tonight on what might have been “Fergusson’s Night”

The pics are my own, I drop into Canongate Kirkyard almost every time I am in the area.

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Day 67 of 365 Photo Challenge. The statue of Habbie Simpson in Kilbarchan. Habbie Simpson (1550–1620) was the town piper in the Scottish village of Kilbarchan in Renfrewshire. Today Simpson is chiefly known as the subject of the poem the Lament for Habbie Simpson (also known as The life and death of the piper of Kilbarchan). Inhabitants of Kilbarchan are informally known as "Habbies" to this day. The Lament for Habbie Simpson, written by Robert Sempill the younger, was the first notable poem written in the form known as "standard Habbie", or Burns stanza. The Burns stanza was widely used by Burns and Robert Fergusson in their poems. Kilbarchan's Steeple Building has an exterior niche which contains a statue of Simpson. The original statue was carved in wood by Archibald Robertson of Greenock and placed in the niche in 1822. The current statue, dating from 1932, is made of bronze and it replaced the original statue. During Kilbarchan's annual Lilias Day celebrations, it is customary for the piper to dress up as Habbie Simpson. #365photochallenge #photooftheday #photography #nikonphotos #tamron #nikonD5200 #kilbarchan #rainydays #habbiesimpson #statue #Scottish #bagpiper #historical #oldbuilding #heritage @visitscotland @scots_magazine (at Kilbarchan) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuwaD13jtLO/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ryxr4dm3srhy

[khalidahlaghari]

standard Habbie, Burns stanza

Poem, ‘The Life and Death of Habbie Simson, Piper of Kilbarchan’ 

by Robert Sempill (c.1530–1595), 

and revived early in the eighteenth-century by editors such as James Watson and poets Allan Ramsay and Robert Fergusson, whose influence on Burns the poet is evident here.

For example:

The ‘Habbie’ is a six-line stanza rhyming aaabab.

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Car wash guys getting on my nerves via /r/dubai

Car wash guys getting on my nerves

So I was just washing by to wash my car in one of the pumps, wanted to do a full body wash which used to cost 50, now is 52.5 with VAT habbiness of course.. I usually am very kind towards these people as the job they do is hard and they are usually low paid.. So this guy says that I should do an extreme wash which is around 100 dhs.. I politely say no, he then goes on to say that the normal wash isn’t that effective it’s not gonna make much of a difference bla bla.. I act a bit stern this time and ask him to do the standard full wash nothing else. He then raises the car and while cleaning he calls me, he’s like see there are a lot of oil stains you should do the extreme this won’t go with water and soap. I go like no it’s alright.. I’m about to lose my shit at this point. Just when he’s done washing it, he comes to me and is like, is it okay if I use wax? It gives you car a better shine. Assuming it’s part of the thing I go like sure.. He then says it’s an additional 20 dhs and you should give t straight to me.. I took a deep breath, managed to keep my calm and said no again and drove away to the dryer area. What more can happen right? The guys here again... “Do you wanna polish your interior? For an additional 30 bucks? it’ll be shining clean” I’m like :) :) :) :) I say no.. but he gives me a demo on the seat saying SEE HOW CLEAN.. Nigguh you’re supposed to do that without me paying you extra..

TLDR; These guys want me to pay 150 bucks for a normal car wash, have no chill and are almost forceful which isn’t cool

Submitted January 20, 2018 at 01:08AM by ammarfrz via reddit http://ift.tt/2DR3QFi

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mechanically recovered habbie

I was sifting through old files when I came across this stanza, discarded from Omnesia’s ‘Lines on the New Makar’ back when Liz Lochhead was appointed Scotland’s National Makar. 

Didn’t fit there, but subsequent events suggest it has a certain resonance jist by itsel:

They hack yir phones gin you're a sleb They hack yir legs gin you're a pleb Theresa May is Rosa Klebb She's no oor choice Oor rulers micht luke doon thir neb - We hae a voice.