I’d happily grab a banner and take to the barricades on London denying Scotland post-Brexit powers, as readers know, but it would be lonely up there. Most of us do not care.
History turns on where ships dock and where the passengers disembark. The UK Government is making a hash of the Windrush generation issue but had the ship landed in Dundee, would Scots be making the same mistakes?
Who knew that death cults were on Police Scotland’s radar? Certainly not the family and friends who went to drink and be merry on Loch Leven, only to find their Sunday night campsite the focus of emergency service searchlights and helicopter swoops.
Tesco is selling a bottle of water for 17p.
First they asked for support but the SNP did not give it. Then they came for the people but the Scottish Government did not protect them.
A Dundee businessmen falls from a window on to railings below – a horrible death now thought part of the new world order.
Here comes the Brexit showdown. Like a crazed marching band contest, we have the Brussels Bugles in from the East, the London Loons from the South and from Cardiff and Edinburgh, the Peeved Pipers. They crisscross the parade ground of public opinion – all noise and fancy steps, vying for attention.
Jeremy Corbyn was a spy for communist Czechoslovakia. Scrap that. He met Czech spies and this strongly suggests he may have a been a spy. No, Mr Corbyn met a Czech spy several times in the 1980s but the head of the Czech intelligence has dismissed any suggestion the Labour leader was a spy. Oh, and all along Mr Corbyn has also called the story rubbish.
Pete Wishart is the kind of phoney nationalist that blights the independence cause.