Last night was Burns Night, in celebration of Robert Burns, his poetry and all things Scottish. The Hertford MCR had a Burns Night dinner, and I pronounce it the Best. Dinner. Ever.

Appetiser: Soft stinky cheese and salad.

Main course: Haggis, bashed taters and neeps.

Dessert: Cold oatmeal doused in whisky.

Most people skipped out on the haggis, for some reason. If you're not sure what haggis is, it is a Scottish dish consisting of a mixture of the minced heart, lungs, and liver of a sheep or calf mixed with suet, onions, oatmeal, and seasonings and boiled in the stomach of the slaughtered animal. It is delicious. I had seconds and cleaned my plate.

Then came the dessert, the cold oatmeal in whisky. There's a name for this excellent dish, but no one could remember. It was delicious and I had two bowls. Curiously, most people took one bite, gagged, and pushed it away. I was tempted to have more, but the oatmeal was very filling, and I was looking forward to sampling more whisky, fruit and chocolate in the Octagon after the dinner, so I limited myself to two.