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Made in Scotland from girders for 125 years

It’s our other national drink Irn-Bru and it’s been made in Scotland from girders for 125 years.

The bronze-coloured soft drink is so much part of Scots’ blood that brewers Barr have come up with a novel idea.

With a drop-inn parlour where you can have your love of ‘ra Bru‘ inked into your arm or wherever you want to mark it.

The story goes that Barr, then a makers of corks, tinkered with the idea of a tincture.

After seeing Irish immigrant steel workers sweating it out and refuelling with beer.

On the rebuilding of Glasgow’s Central Station.

Which, of course, is the focus of more refurbishment after the destruction of Union Corner by a fire this month.

The Irn Age

Spell it out: Part of the Scottish landscape

Glaswegians of a certain age will, of course, recall that the Victorian B-listed building opposite the train station was adorned for years.

With signage of an Indian boy in a turban advertising Irn-Bru.

The Bru has prided itself on its promotions over these 125, second only to Coca-Cola, but first and ahead of them in sales in Scotland.

Traditionalists will fondly remember, for instance, the athlete on the bottles and then cans.

Tatt’s the way: Irn-Bru under our skin

That being 19th-century Highland Games athlete of note Adam Brown.

But the Bru has moved with the times and we’ve travelled with them.

And it is barely remembered now that the strange misspelling has only been around since after the Second World War.

Prior to which it was Iron.

Barr had become worried over changing food labelling regulations after the war.

With the mysterious orange elixir containing only the minutest traces of iron and not being brewed.

Raising the Barr

Yes we can: Ra Bru

For all of us who jealously protect our favourite brands (think Tayto in Ireland) we have our own in jokes which we can share.

Anywhere we meet fellow Scots and flush out the authentic ones.

By asking the likes of ‘I’m Thirsty, I’m very thirsty too… so here’s a drink that’s made for you, Barr’s Irn-Bru.

Of course, each generation has its own favourite ad, the young boy who lifts a girder after drinking the Bru.

A skit on The Snowman movie and the recent Fanny gag.

And it works too in American English as well as Scots English.

By gum

Snow real: The Irn-Bru homage

Now where once you would struggle to get the Bru beyond the northern bit of this British island it is widely available now.

With our other national drink even sponsoring that most northern English of sports rugby league… and you’re welcome.

Whether though, you’re prepared to mark yourself with an Irn-Bru tattoo really depends on how much it’s in your blood.

And pretty much every Scot does have it in under their skin.

But it is worth a try although maybe not say it tastes like bubblegum.

Unless you want to invite some kind of unpronouncable slur spat back at you.

 

 

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Every Scot is a frustrated Rabbie Burns

And because every Scot is a frustrated Rabbie Burns and Irn-Bru drinker we’ve combined our two great passions on this the anniversary of the Bard’s birth.

Just at the same time as Irn-Bru brings Burns to life again through AI.

Here I am channeling my inner Burns with my Address to Scotland’s other national drink, in the style of The Ploughman Poet’s own Address to the Haggis.

And yes, I do both, with all the style and drama played out at every Burns Supper, big and small, across the globe.

Cottage industry: Burns Cottage

With the odd Address to the Lassies from your kilted blogger thrown in at the St Andrew’s Society in Dun Laoghaire, back in the day in my 13 years living in Ireland.

Now, if you really want to give homage to the poet who inspired everyone from Wordsworth to Bob Dylan and beyond then, of course, visit his home village.

Alloway, in Ayrshire, which is a National Trust for Scotland jewel.

I imagine, having trod the boards with the Forth Stanza at the Edinburgh Fringe, that Rabbie would have approved.

Address to the Irn-Bru

On a pedestal: Burns on every Scot’s podium
Fair fa yir honest juicy taste
Great chieftain o’ the saft drinks race
Aboon them a’ ye tak yer place
Coke, Fanta or Sprite
Weel are ye worthy
O a’ grace
Fir ma drinkin’ armThe sparkling tumbler there ye fill
And  ne’er a drap ye want tae spill
Cause when yer feelin unco ill
Wi nippin’ heid
Frae every pore whisky distilled
Last nicht ye were half-deidMa mooth begins tae salivate
At what awaits fir ma pallate
Yir bubbles explode at sic a rate
Ah take tae ma lips
And then what a glorious taste,
Ah start tae sip.

A stop for a sip

A drink to refresh you: Barr’s Irn-Bru

Then can for can the admen  drive
The real thing maks ye feel alive
The sated thirst for which they strive
Illusionary
But here’s a drink tae refresh you
Barr’s Irn-Bru

But how tae get yir tongue roon you
So you can order Irn-Bru
An soond  like a Scotsman true
It’s nae the urn ye keep for ashes
Bit cold steel iron fae bloody clashes
Wi you ken who

Gie us an Irn-Bru

Glass act: The Bru

Aw roon the wirld they a’ ken you
They ken yir orange an’ blue hue
As Jocks aw ask Nae Irn-Bru?
It’s made frae girders
Gawd help the man wha offers coke
There hae been murders

Or him wha says he kens the taste
And the ingredient he kens the maist
Is bubble gum, well he’s a waste o’ space
Cause men hae gaun tae their grave
Wi the secret o’ the Bru kept safe

Ye bars that mak drinking your care
And serves us up fizzy Tennents beer
That jist maks us want tae go tae the pee-er
Sae If ye wish tae grant Scots’ prayers
Gie us an Irn-Bru

Aye, enjoy your Burns supper and remember every Scot is a frustrated Rabbie Burns.