As I cycled home tonight* after doing a bit of late-night shopping, I passed one of the touristy shops selling Scottish souvenirs that infest the centre of Edinburgh. You can usually tell when you're getting near one because of the very loud piped bagpipe music which will be blaring out. (I'm really glad I don't live above one.)
The music sounded a bit odd. As I was stopped at a set of traffic lights, I had a minute or two to listen to it.
It was the Can-Can. Arranged for massed pipes.
*Don't worry, Mum, I had my lights and my new helmet and everything.