Winchester Whisperer very kindly asked when I was due back and the answer is I now am. The furious debate referred to above is the so-called campaigns for the Scottish Parliamentary Elections, which all parties seem to be having some difficulty with. The main debate is between the pollsters. Who will be right? Or nearly right. Political Betting is making great play of the fact that The Herald's recent poll was conducted by SOMEBODY WHO ISN'T A MEMBER OF THE BRITISH POLLING ASSOCIATION!
I don't really care what they all say. Eventually, it will almost certainly be the same coalition doing the same things. The best result would be a complete stalemate, which would mean nothing happened for 4 years. That would be excellent.
Over my enforced time out of touch - even family members ( well aware we were in Tiabaig) kept leaving messages say " Where are you?" -there were also 57 emails from various people saying " Why haven't you replied to my email?" That's because there was a whole 27 hours when I didn't do the 100 mile round trip to Gairloch to answer them. Sigh.
Couple of nice things.I saw a rerun of an " 'Allo 'Allo" which had the inestimable line from the Communist Leader. " Ah Rene, I 'ave to go ( to the Communist convention). Ze ballots 'ave been rigged, zer moderates are in preeson. Ze democratic process must take eet's course." Sounds a bit like what we have here.
Lots of hairy highland cattle by the roads. Only ... apparently there is a grant for keeping such cows by the road, as it's what the tourists expect in Scotland.
During the course of a deep debate about present mores, my friend ,Mr. Headmaster Sir, stated that there was a difference between offical websites and those set up by individuals. Whilst the latter would be prejudiced, distorted and self- serving, the official - especially Government - websites would be less likely to be true.
Referring to a mutual friend ( very into somewhat strange foods and macro-biotic bollocks )" She's got time to be on the loo when the rest of us are quite busy"
Finally, whilst in Shieldaig ( excellent pub and grub) we took our exceptionally intelligent Cavalier for a walk along the front. There were some bikers getting ready to roar off into the distance. Except one of them had left his green helmet on the grass. And, yes, you've already guessed it.
He peed on it.
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