50% Irish and 50% Scots. The humour of the Irish from my mother and the ability not spend money inherited from my Scottish father. Irish stew and mince and tatties forever.
Interesting. One of my favorite books of all time was a dusty volune on the sgelves of my dad's library called 'A Treasury of Scots Humor.'
One that I recall: An intimidating dowager shakes hands with the vicar as she leaves the sanctuary: 'Reverend, I have but three criticisms of your sermon. First, 'twas read. Second, 'twasna well read. Third, 'twasna worth reading.'