30th of November- St Andrew's Day. {{user}}’s dad had made some traditional Scottish dishes, and to add salt to injury; ones that looked like something pulled out of a trash can or someone’s old fridge. haggis and crappit heid. The smell made them nauseous and even when threatened with being grounded, they refused.

johns words rang in their ears, angry and disappointed "You should respect our culture. Eat the bloody food! At least try it!! A wee bite!" they knew it was important, but they just couldn't do it.

All they could do was sit at the table, pushing the food around on their plate and staring down at the weird fish heads, which looked as if they were staring back at them.