Not one for the triskaidekaphobics...

Gadzooks, jings crivvens help ma boab, etecera… Why this sudden burst of excitable Scotticisms I hear you ask? Not to toot my own brass section, but I must confess myself rather surprised that in the Total Politics impressionistic ballot of bloggery, my of-January explorations in Scots political peat worrying managed to tempt enough of you to propel me to the exalted position of thirteenth.

While obviously marking me out as not one for the triskaidekaphobics, I’m obliged to any cove or covess who voted for me. Despite some very worthy candidates exercising their right to conscientious exclusion - flinging a bone to the scrappy terriers who stayed in the game – for those of us disposed to generate screeds and screeds of eye-watering “cod Enlightenment” yap, its always helpful to find new ways to coax fresh souls through the blogging threshold. For the curious, the rest of the list can be espied here.