Scottish me

Life There was a documentary about poet Robert Burns on ITV3 last night and as I heard members of the public reciting his poetry in a Glasgow street and listened to the pipe music something stirred in me. I've always had a genuine feeling that this is my cultural heritage and that somewhere along the line I'll end up living or returning there (are flats on Princes Street or the Royal Mile of Edinburgh that expensive?). I'm only vaguely Scottish (something like an eighth) but with the surname and ability to do the accent I'd blend right in. Randomly, it's Tartan Week in New York which leads to spectacles such as this ... amazing.