*dusts off new hashtag*
It hasn’t quite taken me this long to stop bouncing after this morning’s announcement – so much for my “I don’t think this will be the big one” but then I don’t claim to be a political commentator.
I know it’s still only November and my inner Grinch is screaming but I am aware not every one leaves preparations as late as me.
For obvious reasons I’ve not had much time to check the news/social media these last few days but fuck me it feels like Twitter has been saving up the crazy. I only registered Torrance had written his article again in the last hour.
I’ve just put myself through the second of Kezia’s interviews from this weekend.
Oh my fucking god, why would you do that to yourself? She repeats he same lines re party unity again and again and just looks foolish.When will politicians learn that people do not want to hear the same soundbite.
So unless you live under a rock, you’ll know today is the second anniversary of the Scottish Independence Referendum. Being the vile flag-waving nationalist that I am, I headed down to Glasgow Green to join a few others for a spot of political discussion, catching up, hugs, laughter and bonding.
So last Saturday, whilst marching in the the rain I saw a guy wearing this tshirt and made the mistake of going “Michael?” Upon which he stuck a microphone in my face. (Won’t make that mistake again)