The hurly burly of term and teaching has suppressed my blogging mojo this last week, but Kenny Farquharson asked me to step in to fill in the gap left by a weary Andrew Wilson in the Scotland on Sunday this morning. Unoriginally, for my topic, I took the general election, and the charms and perils of the SNP advancing in Westminster, potentially entering the mainstream of British politics. I begin by rehearsing a tale which may be familiar to my longterm readers, but it seemed an apposite way of introducing the challenges which face the party, in having its voice heard across the United Kingdom. An excerpt:
"‘GOOD grief, you aren’t a Scottish Nationalist, are you?” The massive, tweedy don inspected me, eyes twinkling with surprise and a kind of benevolent contempt. Determined to skewer this odd specimen of humanity, after a fortifying slurp of claret, he patiently explained to me that I was wrongheaded and mistaken. Like a dim undergraduate in a tricky tutorial, he said, if I thought matters through, I would soon realise the absurdity of the Nationalists and my position."
You can read the whole thing here.