MR. M.A.Burton

by Michael Burton
(Jokela Finland)

When I was 25 I went to Norway skiing, I then spent one night in Bergen, whilst wearing my Mckenzie kilt I walked into a rather rough bar on the waterfront, and the silence as I walked in, it reminded me of when the western baddie walks into a saloon.

However after 2 minutes I was being offered drinks right left and center (I think that was one of the best nights) although my mind was a bit fuddled next morning as I did not pay for a drink all night, and they would not let me buy them drinks.

So it goes to show wear a kilt, and you are accepted anywhere,
yours,

Mike Burton