The moment when it clicks 162
Posted on
October 09, 2013 by
Gabriel Neil
I was introduced to politics at a very young age.
One of my first memories is of watching John Major giving a speech of some kind on television, possibly to do with Black Wednesday. I was only three at the time, so the conversation of the adults around me went somewhat over my head, but I learned early on that words like “government,” “Prime Minister,” and “economy” were important ones.
I was old enough to be aware of the palpable feeling of relief when Tony Blair won in 1997, and I remember celebrating with my mother when the double “Yes” result came in the same year. Devolution, I learned, was about getting the best deal for Scottish voters. But Scottish independence, for most of my life, simply never crossed my radar.
