I was born in Newcastle. It is spitting distance from Scotland (or to put it more reasonably closer to Edinburgh than to Leeds or Manchester). And before any fucker starts we gave the World the Stephensons and the Lit and Phil (membership is from about 50 quid a year). It’s the largest independent library in the UK outside of London. It’s not just Geordie Shore up there you know. Though we also gave the World Viz. Tits oot for the lads!. I love Viz. I suspect regular readers know it was like Mother’s Milk to moi.
This is though is nonsense…
The First Minister cited repeated examples of the SNP overcoming adversity and argued the party would triumph again because of its political opponents moving to the Right.
That would be the Tories who are the Right the same way I am from Alpha Centauri. If they truly want “independence within the EU” then so fucking what? I would prefer the Union stayed in place but if the eaters of deep-fried pies want the right not to eat said pies (see Nicola Sturgeon – let them eat caviar!) then fuck ‘em. England shall survive. We always have. Since the days of the Egg-Kings.
Oddly enough I have a GBP20 in my pocket. It has Adam Smith on the reverse. Just saying…
He said Labour had moved onto the Tories’ political ground by promising to review the cost of a series of ‘free’ benefits introduced since devolution such as personal care for the elderly and tuition fees.
Meanwhile, he said the Conservatives had descended into “extremism” after they published official figures showing only 12 per cent of Scottish households contribute more in tax than they receive in public services.
Note even The Telegraph puts scare quotes over ‘free’. And this is the Conservative government that has viciously cut spending by er… increasing it.
We are the Union. If North of Hadrian’s Wall they want to descend into mysticism and tyranny so be it. But I won’t be happy and neither will the average Glaswegian.
We are this:
We are legion. Ask the Germans. The Union gave those fuckers a profound and well deserved cunting so they behaved and made nice cars and never invaded Poland again – apart from to buy cheap and good beer – better in the Czech Republic, mind. We burnt an Empire to save the World. Sort of. But we did. We gave a large chunk of it to a lawyer in a nappy. Seriously. I have been to the Civil rights Museum in Atlanta, GA and they had all sorts of stuff from MLK. They had his bible and typewriter and his empty bottles of aftershave (odd!) and his Levi’s denim jacket (exactly the same as the Levi’s denim jacket I was wearing at the time – spookie!) and more. And they also had via reciprocal agreement Ghandi’s personal stuff. A nappy, a pair of specs and a stick. It was weird. MLK was shot five years before I was born but his stuff was like stuff I had. Aramis was his favoured brand – my Mum used to buy me that. Ghandi’s was exactly the sort of stuff I would expect for the Jimmy Saville of human rights.
If Mr Salmond has found a Magic Money Tree (Pecunia arbor?) then can I have a cutting. Can RAB, can Cats, or Single Acts or Lynne or Julie or the bloke down the road? And if Mr Salmond has a cow for sale I have some magic beans (well they turned up all tinned and all at Sainsburys as if by magic – invisible hand and all that or farmers, truckers, shelf-stackers, logistics managers etc.)