Save the Strathclyde Police Pipe Band!

[Kid Cossack]

History, tradition, bah! They mean nothing. We can invent new stuff, out of whole cloth, which will be just as good, if not better. Let us continue to abandon our heritage, let us continue to ignore our roots, let us continue to throw aside the wisdom of the ages.

Surely those who have gone before us, they knew nothing. Right?

Right?

And if the Strathclyde Police Pipe Band could put out a good sound, and put on a good show, well, let's just record it, and we can replay it via a hundred pound mp3 player. That will be just as good. Probably better.

Right?

Having recently reread "Quartered Safe Out Here" by George Macdonald Fraser, I may be a little tetchy about such things. I mean, the Thin Red Line was so very long ago . . . it cannae matter to anyone today, surely?

(Yes, yes it can. And don't call me Shirley.)

[Kid Cossack]

I'm sorry, I think my blood pressure spiked after reading this post and I may have swooned for a moment.

I am reminded of an old quote about people who know the price of everything and the value of nothing.

We are grinding our teeth in distress.