Multi-cultural week is coming up. Our church is celebrating it. I'm not exactly sure why. We have Singaporean Chinese, Malaysian Chinese, Indonesian Chinese, and Chinese Chinese.
Anyway, they are putting on a performance of different cultures. And I, being a person of a different culture, get to perform in it.
After being convinced (with the promise of no rehersals, meetings or other such things) to do this, I went home and thought.
I thought about the Irish dancing I know.
I thought about the Scottish dancing I know, then dismissed it, because I know mostly Country dancing, and that means I would have to train other people (at least 5, preferably 7) and that would involve rehersals.
I then got the bright idea of singing a Scottish Song or two. After all, I performed in Scotland the Brave two years in a row. I know heaps of them well enough to perform.
I then thought about what Scottish songs I know.
I thought about singing I Belong To Glasgow.
I thought about singing Donald Where's Your Troosers.
I thought about singing My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose.
I thought about singing Green Grow the Rushes O. There are some worthwhile lessons for all the boys in church there.
Then I imagined Rabbie Burns coming to Hope Kirk and knocking some sense into our boys. It was a wonderful image.
I came to my senses, and realised that Rabbie Burns is in fact dead. He was born 250 years ago, you know.
I then remembered that my harp is commonly called a folk harp or a CELTIC harp.
I then remembered that I can play the Irish Black whistle.
I have arranged a practise schedule of doom.
Why am I so psycho?
Why doesn't Rabbie get me out of this?
Is it because he's sae weary, fu' o' care!
I think I have issues.
Oh well. At least I'm actually going to practise my harp now.