To Balance Out the Englisch Basching...

Now, I fully admit to being a bigot. But I don't hate the Englisch. In fact...all together now...some of my best friends are Englisch.

I just want to help my little pale brothers. They could use it.

Anyway, I suppose that for every post I write bashing the poor islanders, I ought to write one praising them for something really outstanding... for instance Steeleye Span or the fact that Englisch beer is better than German beer (don't tell anyone I said that, but it is true. And the American microbrews that are the best are the ones that are emulating Englisch ales, not the ones that want to be bier hall lagers).

Today we will praise the Englisch for Harris tweed. Remarkable stuff, really. One of the finest fabrics I can think of. I love it. Wear it all the time.

And Scotch...another fine Englisch product.

Wait. I am getting word in that the Scottish don't consider themselves Englisch. But then again, Scottish men are known to wear dresses, so obviously confusion runs rampant up there. It is the weather. I have been to Scotland (and you did not need a passport to go from England to Scotland, whereas in those days you did need one to go from England to France. Therefore: England and Scotland are the same, and England and France are not). Lovely place. Cruddy weather.

So, whichever side of the border you favor, let's lift a glass of single malt yum to the Englisch and the Scottish!