Saint Constantine and me

Today is the feast day of Saint Constantine, Scotland’s first martyr who snuffed it after having his arm hacked off by pirates.

What with the prospect of spending a weekend in Wales among a host of gloating welshmen, and with the Calcutta Cup match happening bang in the middle of it (Saturday) I am feeling a bit like a Scottish martyr myself.

Ho hum.

The Saint Constatine story is quite a good one though, he was a king who renounced his crown to become a monk, eventually becoming one of the Ionan monks and then abbot of Govan, before finally meeting a sticky end at the hand of a bunch of pirates.

Bet they were Welsh pirates too. Or English, perhaps a mixture of both.

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