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.
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.