I listened, God help me, to bits and pieces of Alex MacBluster, the First Prat of Scotland, on Sky News today. If anything, he reminded me of 'SoD' when he was a tiddler and had been ordered by me to carry out some task. Cue: jutting lower lip, narrowed eyes and through clenched teeth, "Can't! Shan't! Won't!" Warnings of the certain consequences were blithely ignored, er, until they occurred, of course. That was my impression of Mr. Salmond, the Scottish leader today. He thinks (or pretends to think!) that when the leaders of all three major parties in the UK warn him that there is no chance of him using our pound sterling as his currency, that they are merely bluffing and says, of course, it will never come to that. When that exceedingly powerful and utterly unsympathetic apparatchik from Brussels comes over and tells him point-blank that the chances of Scotland joining the EU and becoming part of the euro currency has about as much chance as a Glaswegian buying a round of drinks in a pub, MacBluster simply does what he does best, he blusters!
He resembles nothing so much as a Jock version of the Pied Piper of Hamelin leading all the little Jock kiddie-winkies to disaster. I understand the inherent dislike of all things English by some Scots but that is no excuse for committing political and social suicide. I comfort myself by placing my trust in Scottish canniness. Irrespective of whether or not they are sympathetic to the notion of 'independence', I simply cannot believe they would be taken in by this chancer.
Pied Piper of MacHamlin Alex Salmond, er, leading the way
