Friendship

Pause For Thought: 'I’ve not given my adult friendships the attention my kids have given theirs.'

Paul Kerensa on what we can learn from children.

Pause For Thought: 'I give thanks every day for the friendships I’m blessed with.'

Reverend Michaela Youngson on inspirational, life-giving friendships.

Pause For Thought: “Who can you call at 2am when everything has gone wrong?”

Sheridan Voysey marks International Friendship Day.

Pause For Thought: 'My friends are a true beacon of light in times of darkness.'

Zena Kazeme on leaning on friends.

Pause For Thought: 'It’s a powerful thing to be chosen.'

Rabbi Shoshana Boyd Gelfand on celebrating friends.

Pause For Thought: 'I marvelled at Irene's absolute belief that no-one was beyond transformation.'

Reverend Matt Woodcock celebrates a precious friend.

Willie Brew’d A Peck O’ Maut

A poem by Robert Burns, written in 1789.
O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut, 
And Rob and Allen cam to see; 
Three blyther hearts, that lee-lang night, 
Ye wadna found in Christendie. 

We are na fou, we're nae that fou, 
But just a drappie in our ee; 
The cock may craw, the day may daw 
And aye we'll taste the barley bree. 

Here are we met, three merry boys, 
Three merry boys I trow are we; 
And mony a night we've merry been, 
And mony mae we hope to be! 

It is the moon, I ken her horn, 
That's blinkin' in the lift sae hie; 
She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, 
But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee! 

Wha first shall rise to gang awa, 
A cuckold, coward loun is he! 
Wha first beside his chair shall fa', 
He is the King amang us three. 

We are na fou, we're nae that fou, 
But just a drappie in our ee; 
The cock may craw, the day may daw 
And aye we'll taste the barley bree.

Auld Lang Syne

A song by Robert Burns, written in 1788.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 
And never brought to mind? 
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 
And auld lang syne! 

For auld lang syne, my jo, 
For auld lang syne, 
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, 
For auld lang syne.  

And surely ye'll be your pint stowp! 
And surely I'll be mine! 
And we'll take a cup o' kindness yet, 
For auld lang syne.
 
We twa hae run about the braes, 
And pou'd the gowan fine; 
But we've wander'd mony a weary fitt, 
Sin' auld lang syne. 

We twa hae paidl'd in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine; 
But seas between us braid hae roar'd 
Sin' auld lang syne.

And there's a hand, my trusty fiere! 
And gie's a hand o' thine! 
And we'll tak a right gude-willie-waught, 
For auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my jo, 
For auld lang syne, 
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, 
For auld lang syne.