My first visit to Douglas, Isle of Man, was at the Glasgow Fair, twelve years ago.  It was, and is still, “Scotch Week” in Manxland.  I performed at Falcon Cliff on the hill, and opened on “Fair” Saturday.  When I arrived, I was escorted to the  Cliff by a band of Scotch pipers and kilties, and was presented with a large crown of thistles.  Being the first comic Scot at the dancing halls, such hechin’ and hoochin’ was never heard before on the island.

“Hooch Aye” was in everybody’s mouth even on Sunday.  Even the minister of the parish had difficulty in preaching his sermon on that day for “Hooch Aye!” popping up in his mind.  Such is the peculiar power of a popular catchphrase.