It is rather typical for old people to have many medical issues. I am no exception. I find myself discussing ailments with friends. As a solution for one of my problems some one suggested that I wear a kilt. It was meant as a joke but it brought up a good question, namely what Scotsmen wear under the kilt. None of my friends had an answer which gave me a chance to show off because I knew.
It was the feast of San Fermin in Pamplona, celebrated with with vino tinto and some bull fighting. The day began with the encierro, the driving of the bulls from their pens to the rink. It was the custom to allow people into the rink and try to tease the young bulls. One of those brave would-be toreros was a Scotsman wearing a kilt. The fellow obviously thought that he could out-wrestle a bull.
He had only one try. Unceremoniously, the animal tossed him way up in the air. The man landed head first in the the sand with the kilt draped over his ears. No more speculation after that. This, friends, was the authentic way to get at the facts. And what was there to see? Nothing. Just more Scotsman.