Unless the furor is all a bit overblown somehow. And Scots are just being their usual obdurate, mysterious, troublemaking selves who will go back to sleep when the drunk wears off.
I dunno. Maybe we’re not ready.
On the other hand, who could resist this? Bleak, rain-soaked caterwauling by men in bear hats and skirts. Heaven.
What the hell. Even the Romans were scared of us. Do it. AYE.