It's a fair cop, Paul. The Adams were, plain & simple, forgotten. Too many genius genes in the Scotch broth to remember everybody. But Burns is another smokie altogether. Any buffoon who can inspire Nikita Krushchev, Jerry Salinger & half a million, maudlin, toe-churning, St Andrew's Night drunks has no place in *any* self-respecting pantheon. And incidentally, Paul. Talking of drunks. All this chat about Bruichladdich & Highland Park & Glanmorangie & so on. All very couthy & jovial. I remember THAT feeling very well. But it's ten years now since I stepped off that particular Highland Express - leaving the *other* Scots psychiatric genius to travel on alone to his Great Couch in the Glen. Which is why HE doesn't get a mention either. Scottie B.