I'm a "Kiwi that talks funny" (Still got the accent -- they reckon the Scots never lose their accent and, after 47 years away, I'm starting to believe the bas----s!) Until I hear the pipes -- or watch Braveheart again -- when something irrepressible and undeniably "Back Hameish" swells up in me and I know, without doubt, in my heart-of-hearts, I'll always be a Scot!
Amazing, isn't it. I mentioned to you my grandmother's relatives emigrating to NZ and Oz at the beginning of the last century. I remember meeting one of her cousins, who must have been about your age when he left Scotland. He was then in his early 70s and his Scots accent was like he'd lived here all his life - and
he did brilliant impersonations of Harry Lauder!
By the way, watching that video clip I posted really got me fired up for this World Cup. Of course I remembered all the players' names, but there was something about listening to Bill McLaren again - he had such an enthusiasm for the sport that it's infectious. He made it come alive like no other commentator I've ever heard in any sport, and his commentaries were always peppered with his wonderful dry sense of humour.