The Portillo Moments 177
Posted on
December 01, 2020 by
Rev. Stuart Campbell
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Mr Lenin, awaken the boy 162
Posted on
November 30, 2020 by
Rev. Stuart Campbell
Ridiculously, more than eight hours after voting closed in an all-electronic election in which “counting” should have taken a maximum of one second, and at 11.30pm, the SNP have released the results of this year’s NEC elections.
There are some big stories.
Alyn Smith is OUT as Policy Development Convener, replaced by Chris Hanlon.
Rhiannon Spear is OUT as Women’s Convener, replaced by Caroline McAllister.
Fiona Robertson is OUT as Equalities Convener, replaced by Lynne Anderson.
All of these are dramatic changes for the better.
Joanna Cherry is IN. Neale Hanvey is IN. Roger Mullin is IN. Dorothy Jessiman is IN. Catriona McDonald is IN. Douglas Chapman is IN. All ditto.
The Snake In The Long Grass 154
Posted on
November 30, 2020 by
Rev. Stuart Campbell
We had, we think it’s only fair to say, extremely low expectations of Nicola Sturgeon’s keynote speech this afternoon to the SNP’s soporific, strangled 2020 non-conference. It seems that members felt the same, because 15 seconds before the speech began only 1,166 of them were logged in to watch it.
The speech she just delivered, though, limboed under those expectations in platform shoes and a stovepipe hat without even grazing the underside of the bar.
The poison within 169
Posted on
November 30, 2020 by
Rev. Stuart Campbell
SNP MP Joanna Cherry posted a series of tweets this morning.
She hasn’t asked us to, but they deserve some amplifying.
Titanic Blinky 203
Posted on
November 29, 2020 by
Rev. Stuart Campbell
In a post last month we referenced a ZX Spectrum computer game from 1984 called “Worse Things Happen At Sea”. Today as we watched the First Minister on the Andrew Marr Show, we were put in mind of another nautical-disaster-themed one from a great deal nearer to the end of the Speccy’s life.
It was grim viewing in every sense.
The Worst People In Scotland 124
Posted on
November 27, 2020 by
Rev. Stuart Campbell
The morning papers 62
Posted on
November 27, 2020 by
Rev. Stuart Campbell
This week on Wings has been altogether more navel-gazey than we’re comfortable with, as various SNP MPs have mounted a series of all-out personal attacks on the site before the weekend’s crucial NEC elections.
So we’ll have a proper article for you a little later on today, but in the meantime it’d be remiss of us not to tidy up the last fragments of shrapnel, so we’ll direct you to the right of reply to Alyn Smith’s column that The National kindly gave us today:
(Sadly they chose to disable comments, we’d quite have enjoyed the reaction from the few remaining diehard leadership loyalists still posting there.)
Schrodinger’s Cybernat 200
Posted on
November 26, 2020 by
Rev. Stuart Campbell
We couldn’t help but chuckle yesterday when the £100K-a-year Westminster MP and obsessive Wings Over Scotland reader “Pension Pete” Wishart announced – in the space of six minutes – that this site was simultaneously an irrelevance that nobody listened to, but also somehow one of the greatest threats to independence.
It got a lot funnier today, though.
The day job 164
Posted on
November 25, 2020 by
Rev. Stuart Campbell
We’ve just been alerted to a new FOI response. It pretty much speaks for itself.
But it’s worth pondering the numbers.
Bustin’ flushes 107
Posted on
November 25, 2020 by
Rev. Stuart Campbell
Wings Over Scotland marked its ninth birthday earlier this month. To be honest, we totally forgot about it until someone reminded us. Normally we mark the anniversary with a small reflection and taking of stock over how things are going, but this year we couldn’t be bothered – we’d already mentioned readership stats in August.
But today in The National we found out that we were apparently dead.
But reports of our demise have been, as the saying goes, somewhat exaggerated.
Pete’s Perfect Plan 241
Posted on
November 24, 2020 by
Rev. Stuart Campbell
The Faction Factory 246
Posted on
November 23, 2020 by
Rev. Stuart Campbell
Sometimes, despite everything, you just have to laugh.
No matter how black and rueful a laugh it might be.
