A minor detail 192
Not keeping up with the news 156
A real letter sent out by the shadow Secretary of State for Scotland this week.
Someone do us a favour and explain to her in language she’ll understand that as the Scottish Parliament isn’t trusted by her Westminster pals to control its own resources, the price of oil doesn’t actually impact on “the SNP’s economic plan” in any way whatsoever, would you? We’re not very good with crayons.
Let’s play Jocko Bingo! 161
This really happened today:
Bagpipes! Haggis! Tartan! Whisky! Pretty sure we just got trolled, folks.
Monkey disowns organ-grinder 185
We mentioned this story (about David Cameron pushing ahead with “English votes for English laws” legislation that would exclude Labour MPs from budget votes, despite the Smith Commission report categorically saying he wouldn’t) earlier today, but one particular line from it deserves a post of its own.
He said: ‘This is the Prime Minister’s view, it is not government policy.’”
You heard it right, readers: a never-seen dimwit in a job so pointless he himself stood in the last election on a policy of abolishing it altogether really just said “Don’t listen to anything this idiot says about government policy, he’s only the Prime Minister.”
It’s been that sort of day, folks.
Priorities ordered 211
The song remains the same 135
Wendy Alexander, 2007:
“It is a journey that I am determined will end with Scottish Labour back in power at Holyrood.
So: listen, reform, don’t just bash the Nats. Got it. How hard can it be?
You have to laugh, or… 341
There’s only one possible sane response to this story. It’s below:
Click the pic to sign. Let’s see who gets the most, shall we?
No regrets 334
Nick Clegg Signs Another Pledge 502
We’re the fire in the sky 188
I had a night off this evening, readers. Poker and banter and laughs (and a Chinese takeaway) with some chums, a quick stop-off to chat a bit of strategy with the Wings Fulfilment Department and then home. I was just a few yards away when a song came on the stereo and I had to change my mind. I stomped on the accelerator, turned the volume up so loud it was distorting my sense of smell and gunned it out to the hills on the edge of town at full tilt just to feel the cool night breeze and release the pressure.
This one’s for all of us.






















