Primary source material reproduced from Lay Toon, ‘A Chinaman’s Letter Home’, The Student (special edition), 07/03/1928
On my arrival in the Scottish capital I had expected to see tartan kilts, Harry Lauder’s corkscrew sticks, heather, short-bread, haggis, and sixpences in all their glory everywhere. Believe me I was miserably disappointed. Tartan kilts, I was told, are only worn by those who are proud of the contour of their knees and ankles, those who are fond of colour, and those who like to do the Highland fling, the Lowland fling, and other noisy flings…[Haggis] is merely a kind of ‘heavy’ food which is a sort of an international bag of minced meat that resembles a Chinese puzzle […] among many other things they are proud of is their weather. Whenever two persons meet invariably the topic of conversation is the weather. Whether it is a weather or a cause for perpetual complaint, and thus an ordeal, is only obvious when you emerge from our sunny clime into this atmosphere.