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my trace of Scottish blood but it was that trace which boiled when I had to watch the offerings of the stalwarts of the Prickly Thistle Club. The antics of the go-go girls in “C’mon” are bad enough. “Ceilidh” goes one better—or worse. It gives us a strange breed of Scots lassies cavorting in mini-kilts. And even an excellent sword dance in one programme, performed by a man who knew how to give the right swing to the kilt,! did nothing to dispel the hor l ribly rougish air which per-1 vades “Ceilidh.” An acid-tongued Yorkshireman, T. W. H. Crosland, was once exceedingly rude to Scotland and the Scots in his book. “The Unspeakable Scot.” Of course, he did it only to annoy, and he succeeded. I could not be as brutal as he was in some of his remarks, but I have to be critical of “Ceilidh.” Everything in the programme is far too folksy, and I am sure that even Harry Lauder and Will
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Press, Volume CIX, Issue 32059, 6 August 1969, Page 8
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