While my American and Canadian brethren were celebrating St Andrews Day, in Australia it was the day after, so i wore my kilt to celebrate the "day after St.Andrews Day".

Before i left for the city I gazed up at the Saltire i hoisted yesterday and mused at how beautiful it looked against the blue sky, then off to work.

Now in the past I have said that i will wear shorts only when climbing ladders.
Today, being the "day after St.Andrews Day", I couldn't give a monkeys, I worked off the ladder proudly kilted. If anyone had a problem with that, it was their problem and not mine.

In the city I called into a computer store to buy a new handheld computer. The Salesmans name was Daniel McDonald, "that's a good Scottish name", said I, "yes, I was married in a kilt" said he.

and the day continued with proudly displaying the Gunn tartan all over our fair city.

I can say that i care less what people think, and that all my clients are so used to me in a kilt that they no longer care.
The only slightly sarcastic remark I got was from a man who is Scottish, he is a Scot who cares little for his heritage, sad case!.

A good day kilted!