One Saturday evening in a busy Edinburgh pub, must have been after a Six Nations rugby match, with a number of English friends, including Phil.. A 'nationalistic debate' sprung up and I was feeling like I needed to fight my Scottish corner. My rather weak end shot to this was to sing 'O Flower of Scotland', while feeling completely embarrassed. Phil then stepped up to the plate and completely trumped me by morris dancing, right there in the pub. Its not just the dancing that I remember but that he did it without an ounce of embarrassment – what a man!