And finally… #7 33
Posted on
January 30, 2013 by
Rev. Stuart Campbell
This front page from the Sunday Herald is almost two years old, but seems apt today.
Archive for the ‘pictures’
The respect agenda 6
Posted on
January 30, 2013 by
Rev. Stuart Campbell
Chris Cairns on the price of dignity.
And finally… #6 40
Posted on
January 29, 2013 by
Rev. Stuart Campbell
At least the price is falling this time round, we suppose.
Click for teh bigs. You know where it’s from by now, right?
And finally… #5 67
Posted on
January 28, 2013 by
Chris Cairns
Because sometimes the story at the end of the news is just a nice feelgood one.
The nats are our misfortune 37
Posted on
January 28, 2013 by
Rev. Stuart Campbell
We don’t look at British political cartoons very much, mainly because we can’t think of a consistently good one. It seems to be a lost art since the long-gone days of Angus Og, devoted less to cutting insightful and acutely-observed satirical commentary than to the altogether baser pursuit of grotesque caricature.
Even the Guardian’s much-vaunted Steve Bell leaves us stone-cold 99% of the time, and often desperately scouring the news pages to work out what the joke is supposed to be about, let alone whether it’s funny. (He’s been drawing David Cameron with a condom on his head for a fair few years now, and we still have no idea why.)
But half-awake this morning, we clicked on a link in a tweet that led us to The Scotsman’s latest effort, and it’s a sort of masterpiece, in much the same sense that while murder is a terrible thing, Harold Shipman was undeniably really good at it.
And finally… #4 20
Posted on
January 27, 2013 by
Rev. Stuart Campbell
We guess you’d have to call the 1979 referendum leaflet on the left the whole-ish truth.
(Yep, we’re still mining the Scottish Political Archive. It’s a rich seam.)
And finally… #3 38
Posted on
January 26, 2013 by
Rev. Stuart Campbell
There wouldn’t be many people left in the No campaign if these were the rules.
So remember, folks – calling someone a Nazi isn’t political debate. Nazis weren’t comical figures of fun. That sort of poison is “sick abuse and gutter politics”, and must be stamped on if we’re ever to raise the level of debate.
(Another nugget from the Scottish Political Archive.)
And finally… #2 34
Posted on
January 25, 2013 by
Rev. Stuart Campbell
More from our trawl through the picture files of the Scottish Political Archive. Click the picture of this 1968 Conservative election leaflet to find the answer to its question, which remarkably is every bit as relevant (if not more) today as it was 45 years ago.
It’s not often we agree with the Tories, but this time they’re bang on the money.
And finally… 9
Posted on
January 24, 2013 by
Rev. Stuart Campbell
In case you missed it on Twitter, we reveal the No campaign’s Head Of Graphs:
There, that should cheer up those grumpy The Rangers fans from last night.
Bull Bridge 83
Posted on
January 23, 2013 by
Rev. Stuart Campbell
We’re unimaginably thrilled to bring you our very first ever official Wings Over Scotland cartoon, composed and drawn by regular reader and commenter Chris Cairns.
We feel like a proper grown-up newspaper now.
FOUND: The positive case for the Union 78
Posted on
January 22, 2013 by
Rev. Stuart Campbell
For four days, anyway.
Don’t be mean about the swede. They’re trying, bless ’em.
One Nation’s Day Off 32
Posted on
January 18, 2013 by
Rev. Stuart Campbell
In all the time I’ve lived in Bath, it’s snowed on average about once every five years. A combination of its south-west location and sitting in a big natural bowl means that there’s almost never a flake of the stuff in sight, let alone a drift. It’s always a welcome sight when it does arrive, because without it winter can really drag – six long months of grey, cold, dark and drizzle, whereas at least back home in Scotland you get a sense of time passing as the distinctive seasons change.
Well, today it snowed – a solid three or four inches. It’s lovely, and I’ve just been for a stroll in the city’s biggest park to enjoy it. It’s not going to be easy to turn a bit of chilly weather into a piece of searing polemic about Scottish independence, but dammit, where would the fun be in it if it was?
