"It was me, sir! Me sir!"

More on the recent budgeteering Brigadoonery.

Watching the scallcrows pecking at each other is always smirkworthy for those of us with a guilty, if carefully concealed appreciation for blood sports. David Maddox neatly captures some of the gusty humbug over at the Steamie. What strikes me as faintly curious, however, is why our dear, dusty chums the Liberal Demoncrats seem to be getting all excitable about the prospect of being wiped out by an early election.

Helpful souls that they are, they have claimed responsibility for Holyrood's most recent drive-by voting "incident" by confirming that indeed - "Lib Dems Vote Down SNP Budget".

That's that little conundrum solved then. Call Mr Harvie and tell him he's free to go.

Of course, if one was cynical, one might suggest that the Lib Dem hencoop is getting rather dull, and they're making eyes at the plucky cockrel of the Labour Party across the aisle, yearning for the old familiar coalition spankings. After all, who could blame aquiline-prowed Tavish for longing to enterain Iain Gray's smoky sweet (sic) voice in his lughole as he lounged on his ministerial récamier in Bute House...

"Mister Deputy First Minister, I've chalked my palms..."