Ah, but Turpin, if you had waited, I wouldn't be able to tell you the reactions I've gotten in the last couple of weeks.

Thursday night at the Royal Scots Dragoon Guards concert I had at least twenty different people come and ask me about this sporran.
"What is ... Is that a ... Why a ... I've never seen one like it!"
And it seemed like every woman within reach had to pet my sporran.
[That last sentence was just for Grant's benefit.]

Something else happened when I was seated. First the weight of the sporran made it fall down between my legs, which is something sporrans normally do. However, during the concert I reached into the sporran and pulled out my camera. When I pulled the camera out, the heavy leather of the sides kept the sporran from falling closed. And the lowered flap held them like that, and they in turn kept the flap resting more or less horizontally. So at one point the woman next to me looks over, and thinks she sees my sporran watching the performance!
(You can almost see what I'm talking about in the last two pictures here. Instead of facing down, Frank is looking at the camera ... or the leftover haggis.)