Sausages is the Boys by Bill Storie
I spent a few days this week with a good friend of mine in Toronto. Like me he too is Scottish. In fact we both support the same football (soccer) team and runs a supporters club in Toronto for the team which is based in Scotland. So, a bunch of mainly Scots men and women meet at the club every time they broadcast a game from Scotland. There was one this past Sunday so the fans assembled.
But the day before my friend had to stock the club with booze so he and I visited the liquor store to get the beer and spirits. It was strange for both of us to be choosing all kinds of different drinks as neither he nor I drink. Nonetheless we got the job done.
“Where next?” I asked.
“Rolls,” he said.
So off to the bakers to pick up a few dozen rolls – Scottish rolls of course. Nothing but the best.
“Now?” I asked.
“The butchers to get the sausages.” Now you’d think that living in a foreign country you’d have to settle for the local stuff. Not so for these lads. They had a Scottish butcher that makes brilliant Scottish sausages. I could barely contain my excitement.
“Can we take some home and have them tonight?” I asked.
“No, behave yourself,” he said. “They are for tomorrow at the club, you’ll get one then.”
All of a sudden the notion about watching a big football game had disappeared. Who cares about the football when there are Scottish rolls (and butter of course) and Scottish sausages are on the menu. Luckily my mate is the first one at the club to open the place and set up the television feed on all the screens, so we would be first to enjoy the sausages.
After my third roll and sausage I was banned from any more. A roll and sausage with brown sauce you should know is the elixir of food for Scots people abroad. Magic.
After the game when we were driving home I asked him if he had heard the phrase, “Sausages is the boys.”
“Yes,” he said, “of course I have.”
So that night we had to Google the phrase to see if it really had been a phrase that people knew about. We discovered that there had been a Scottish music hall comedian in the 1920s called Tommy Lorne who had coined the phrase. It wasn’t clear what he meant by it, but he had started it and some people said that the Lorne sausage was named after him.
I’m sure you all wanted to know that.
But I have to say that the rolls and sausages that I had gave me so many flashbacks to my childhood days in Scotland. They really were the staple diet of Scotland. To this day, people who go to football matches simply must have a roll and sausage before, during and sometimes after the game. In fact, a football game is pointless unless you have them. A sheltered life indeed.
Nonetheless I loved the festive fare in the club and while the game itself was a disappointment, my day out was unforgettable.
Isn’t it funny how small things like that can give you so many memories of years gone by. Some of the things we did when we were young can come flooding back when we experience them in later years. The chances are that it’s the simple things we recall. We may not remember where we went on the big vacation but we do remember the picnic at the side of the road as we drove there, wherever it was we were going.
So the moral of this tale is that you can take the boy out of the country but you just can’t take the country out of the boy.
And remember, the next time you have sausages, that “sausages is the boys.”
By Bill Storie