I just...don't even know

So, there are some cultural traditions that are a little difficult to translate. On moving to Scotland, I thought I was going to run into difficulties regarding haggis, the accent and using the word "British" in front of the wrong person. So far none of those have presented much of a problem (here's a hint for the last one: just don't use the word "British" in Scotland), but I was surprised by how quickly the dual faucet in the public loo made my life an alternately scalded and frostbitten living hell.

Here's another thing I wasn't expecting to be confronted with: Red Nose Day.

Apparently today is Red Nose Day here in Great Brit--aaaah, Scotland, which, considering how much it's been whored up over the last few weeks, has passed with relatively little notice. As far as I can tell, on Red Nose Day people buy and wear red foam noses, a la Bozzo the Clown (terrifying) and...? Is there something else?

Oh, okay, apparently Red Nose Day is a fundraising effort that trades yucks for bucks or something like that. Please to watch this educational video.

So apparently, Red Nose Day is the one day of the year when otherwise serious and lawabiding BritissssssScots and other people act ridiculous for charity.

As opposed to the rest of the time, when they do it for free:

Goodnight, folks! Don't forget to tip your waitress!

Also, please give to charity.