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Archive for September, 2015
Despite having a poseur streak a mile and a half wide, and a large collection of vintage suits, I don’t care what Jezza wears. I don’t care if he wears a tie, I don’t care if he does up his top shirt button. It’s the content that matters, not the packaging. Scotland was expecting the delivery of a socialist package from Jezza, we didn’t mind what the wrapping was like.
We thought Jeremy Corbyn with his white beard was the socialist Santa, he was going to deliver all sorts of goodies for the good boys and girls who, despite the frequent disappointments, really believed in the pot-holed Great British Parliamentary Road to Socialism.
And after all the excitement, after all the hype, and us waiting up all night like weans expecting a prezzie, we tear off the recycled wrapping to discover that Jezza has given Scotland Ian Murray – the…
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It’s a year on from the big vote, and everything has changed and nothing has changed. Scotland has changed forever, Westminster hasn’t changed at all. Scotland buzzed with energy, with hope, and found a new self-confidence and inner strength. It wasn’t enough to win the vote, but it was enough to win independence of spirit and mind. Scotland is already independent in its imagination and in its dreams. This is not the same country that it was a few short years ago. Once the box of hope was opened, things could never go back to the way they were before.
The knowledge that that profound change is irreversible is why the Unionists remain angry and bitter, afraid and uncertain as they inch gingerly along, never knowing when the Union will plunge to its doom. They know that their old certainties are gone, they’re afraid of what might replace them, so…
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This week the Daily Record, a newspaper with all the self-awareness of a Labour MP in Scotland just before the last election staring at the oncoming headlights of the SNP freight train and thinking the bright lights are going to make them a star, claims that the infamous Vow has been fulfilled. It has been fulfilled in exactly the same way as my vow this time last year to climb Mount Everest. Since I am currently writing this article up two flights in a close in Barlanark, that’s a vow fulfilled. There’s even a furrow that’s been worn in my carpet.
Barlanark is at least up a hill, and so enjoys a position of prominence, which is a damn sight more than can be said for Gordie Broon and the Daily Record’s vow that if Scotland voted No we’d get “safer and faster change” giving us Home Rule and the…
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