Nah, I used to live on scotch pies when I lived at my mum's, then there was a long layoff, as I became the victim of meat product snobbery. My first wife's dad was the director of the local abattoir at Kilmarnock, so it was all about fresh, red meat and wholesome food, etc.
I was a butcher's apprentice for a year as a teenager too, and I knew the shenanigans some butchers got up to, so avoiding pies and sausage wasn't a hard sell.
Anyway, when I came back to Scotch pies, I was a far healthier-minded individual and insisted that all were cooked upside down to let the fat out. Before we lathered them in batter and deep-fried them that is.
