I love going to Scotland.
The thing I miss the most about Scotland is the football.
Scotland is the best place in the whole world.
I genuinely like haggis. Everybody told me I was supposed to hate it, but I really did enjoy it.
I'm very proud of my Scottish blood.
Scotland: That garret of the earth - that knuckle-end of England - that land of Calvin, oatcakes, and sulfur.
If you want something Scottish, go get yourself a kilt.
Haggis is delicious. It is wonderful. It's spicy, it's tasty, and you get vegetarian haggis as well.
And on 25 January of each year and for many days before it and after it there is not an hour in the day or night when a Burns Supper is not taking place somewhere on this earth.
Scotland is a picturesque country where the people are friendly yet completely incomprehensible. Also, the national delicacy is a sheep's stomach filled with its liver, lungs, and heart.
I'm a Freemason, and we love to celebrate Burns' night: piping in the haggis, the whole lot.
There is magic in Scotland. It's country with a lot of pride and bravery. I feel lucky to have been born into that.
I absolutely love Scotland. I'm always happy there.
It is true that I once refused to eat haggis in Scotland and this did not sit well with the local population.
There's a lot of fantasy about what Scotland is, and the shortbread tins and that sort of thing.
Come, let me know what it is that makes a Scotch man happy!
I lost the accent years ago, but I'm still very proud to be Scottish, and I love wearing a kilt.
