Rather, I must report that this is the last of my learned opinion on this blog which will be hammered out in the nipping, eager Scottish air. At least for the foreseeable future. This weekend, I’m upping sticks, stowing canvass and rumbling my wagon south to embark on another phase of scholarly labour, based en Angleterre. While bodily ex patria, the wonders of the technological world and its capacity to collapse conceptual space means that the information streams which keep me informed will continue to the babble in the same tenor, largely uninterrupted by my move. Along the same lines as I presume the inimitable J. Arthur MacNumpty gets by, I’ll still receive national intelligence in dispatches and continue to hoot and guffaw in response. Obviously, I’ll be without the blood-and-bones proximity to events – so I’ll be relying on you lot to keep me in order and furnished with a sense of the public mood which an electronic Herald cannot convey.
While my carts are trundling through tidy English villages and mowing down careful English vicars, there’ll be a wholesale bloggus interuptus here. Hopefully I’ll revivify soonish! Wish me luck!