Here's a thing...

Here's a thing, ah complained tae the BBC the other day, a thing ah've nivver done afore, ah had tae fill in a form an everythin. Ah did it cos ah've jist had enough o the bias that ah'm seein day in an day oot oan the telly, an if it's gaunnae characterise the next twa years ah thocht ah'd best get ma complaint in early. An this is aw aboot *that* vote in 2014 an nothin tae dae wi the cooncil elections, this wis a ban oan Alex Salmond *because* he's Alex Salmond. Ah doubt that were he still alive an were he still First Minister, they widnae hae thocht twice aboot haein Donald Dewar oan afore the Calcutta Cup. But there's a Unionist bias at play in the BBC that sees legitimisin the SNP government as a threat, tae them, an they are retreatin intae a Unionist position that plays less an less tae us Scots. They banned Alex Salmond cos they cannae see him as representin us, as oor duly elected First Minister, they see him through a political prism, as a threat...

But it's precisely *because* he's Alex Salmond that he gets tae appear, in my mind onyroad, cos ah believe he kens whit he's talkin aboot, oan maist things an certainly his sports, an wid gie a guid-humoured, enthusiast an clever opinion, yin that, *because* he's the First Minister, ah'd be interested in hearin, tho ah ken little aboot flamin rugby masel, an cos he is speakin fer us, an daein whit he's aye done, he's coachin Scotland oot o the Union an intae a different, new future, yin where things like the Calcutta Cup are crucial, friendly games played oan equal terms celebratin a shared history an community. There's no often ye find a man wi the abilities, the knowledge, the experience an the will tae dae whit Alex Salmond's daein, an has been daein fer thirty-odd years, gie the man respect. Ah bet ye'll be giein David Cameron plenty respect come the flamin Olympics, ya slaverin gets...

That's whit ah think onywy...

Bank Holidays? Whit's that aw aboot?

Ah wis laughin at seein that tweet go past th'day, the yin that goes, "Hey did ye hear? 4th o July is Separation Day! They celebrate it every year!" or somesuchlike... oh ah laughed...

an ah wis thinkin, aye, if Independence is that bad fer a country, how come maist countries seem tae go oot their way tae celebrate their Independence Day? an they hae great big pairties like there's nae th'morn? eh? ye wid think if they regretted it they'd play it doon an no draw attention tae thersels, an ah wis thinkin, weel, noo, then, right, where's oor national day? no, listen, ah mean, where's British Day? an there isnae really a British Day, is there? mibbe that's why they're desperately talkin up the auld Queen's Jubilee. but that'll no work, no when there's fowk gettin thrown oot o work an their messages are gettin dearer by the day an that lot, the aristocracy, start rattlin their jewelry, will it? so there's yer religious days, yer Easter an yer Christmas, an yer New Year, aye, then there's yer Bank Holidays. Noo whit's that aw aboot eh? are bankers some sort o religious order that cannae work on certain days? an whit dae aw these so-called bankers get up tae oan these days onywy, eh? ye dinnae see them aw gaun aboot the streets in their stupit hats cairryin their gamps, so where dae they aw go? Ah think, if we're settin up a new country, we should mibbe think aboot no arrangin oor holidays roond the holidays o the very same bankers who wi their pals the neo-liberal politicians are causin havoc tae puir fowks' lives aw ower the place an fer the foreseeable future an are the very same fowk who jist yesterday were prancin aboot in front o us gaun "Look! we've abolished boom'n'bust! Free sweeties fer aw!"

Ah'll Alasdair Darling them...

Happy New Year!

Weel they say a New Year should hae a new start, so here's a new start fer, er, starters... Ye could say ah'm a right yin fer the Twitter, an ye widnae be far wrang, but sometimes ah jist cannae get doon aw ah want tae say in 140 characters, so here's a wee room where ah can let aff ma stays an relax, mibbe lie back oan a chaise-longues an sip sherry... Ah suppose ye could picture it as ma ain wee boudoir...

Ah'll no keep ye long, usually ah cannae keep a coherent thocht gaun fer mair than a meenit, so ah'll jist post byte-sized bits o ma mind, the world as ah see it fae ma windae oan Leith Walk. Ah make nae claims tae special insights, nae special ability, position or influence, ah'm jist a biddy that bides up a stair in Leith an that's the bee all an end o it.  Ah'm no yin fer blawin ma ain trumpet fer orner, but ah dae like tae gie it a wee toot noo an then, an ma toot's as guid as the next biddy's...

Here, ah've got ma ain new start tae look forrit tae this New Year. Aye, ah've went an got masel a new position, in a nice big hoose up in Morninside. Ah'm still skivvyin like, but it'll be less stairs an it'll get me up aff ma knees, daein a bit o this an a bit o that, an if ah'm guid ah might get tae tak the dug a walk. Ah start next week...

So... So that's nice...

Anywy, ah'll jist start wi wishin ye, a very Happy New Year, may it bring ye aw ye could wish fer, an ah'll hopefully leave ye wantin mair.