Glad the 'titles' for myself and my good lady were wedding presents from a friend then. He thought it'd add a bit of 'authenticity', or possibly a more pointed dig at my brother who claimed we had no Scottish connection whatsoever from his exceptionally linear and short research of our family, which the guy proved - well he was a professinal genealogist until his untimely demise due to cancer..., but my brother refused to accept. Four years later, my brother has, very grudgingly, decided to admit to our family heritage.
I'll just keep fond memories, and enjoy harmlessly 'lording' it over my poor wee brother.