My weirdest experience was Burns night this year - getting a kilt check (got my "cheeky side" pinched) from a well-marinated 60-70-something lady, while her trousered husband stood there and exclaimed "Now you know why I didn't wear mine!" I figured she earned that pinch, she came around with airplane bottles of Glenlivet and gave me two to fill up my flask after I had emptied it.