Back in October, I asked five questions about the future of Scottish politics. The idea was to look at questions that would be pertinant over the next few years, but a lot of my thinking was based on the EU referendum being held in 2017 rather than in three months’ time, so this gives me a reasonable excuse to look at these issues again.
What can I say, as much as the 2015 general election took it out of me, I didn’t foresee this horror:
Once you’re done applying the mind bleach, let’s have a look at those questions again and see if any of them have been answered or otherwise made redundant…
I found this poem about my dad while I was clearing out some old notes last week. As far as I can remember I decided not to do any more work on this because I thought the concept was a bit too sentimental, but I’ll allow myself the indulgence in the circumstances.
‘Remember that time at Universal Studios?’
“There I am, just walking about!”
So strange now that my dad’s mobility
Is confined to old VHS tapes
A relic of dead technology.
Forget about the new stuff, the chair
The hoist, the lift – nah!
If you want to get back up the stairs
You’ll find a black box there to do the trick.
Fast forward, rewind, up and down he goes:
Fuck starring in Star Trek, this is magic!