David, what a joy to hear your account, I think we all know your experience, in fact I've just returned from the movies myself with my daughter (she's brave going out with me in a kilt).

I also find teenagers can be cruel, I had a bunch of yobbo's outside the theatre yell out "hey lookat the kilt", I had a bottle of water in my hand (no, I didn't throw it) so I raised the bottle in a "cheers" salute and enjoyed their attention, best way to handle it - just take it as a compliment even if it isn't one.

I like your term "kilt missionary", in our respective locations I'm sure we all feel like that.

People here in Norway are a Reserved lot
I think it is much like Tasmania (well I know a Tassie lass and a Dane who get on well).

When I went to buy tickets for Troy I joked with the ticket seller and said "I want to see the film with 1000's of men in kilts", she laughed and remembered me when i returned this week again in a kilt, "I remember you" she said with a smile.

My only concern David is that you are showing all the signs of addiction, you should be careful - I wouldn't want to be addicted