It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. The desolation I felt this morning was eased slightly by discussions I had with friends, family and customers and the reassurance that, although it didnt go my way, Scotland could be proud that we showed the world how to do democracy, civilly and without a blow delivered or a bullet fired. I was proud of us. And then this. Will we ever rid ourselves of this poison which clings to our national identity like an embarrassing skid mark? Peter , I know your working tonight, I hope youre nowhere near it all bud.
Posted on: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 21:21:01 +0000
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