Sometimes you wonder who actually did make it up

English Proverb 

‘For want of a nail the shoe is lost, for want of a shoe the horse is lost, for want of a horse the rider is lost’, as Dave expresses 'optimism’, in respect of an on-going Union of England with Scotland and promises to make the case for continuing it.

  After several extended periods of living and working in Scotland, from the early sixties to the late eighties, I can see no sensible reason why we should continue to support an electorate which votes only in their own best interests, as they see it. A population which is all smiles, till you turn your back, which you do at your peril.

  We do not need Scottish MPs deciding how we should run England and the sooner they beetle of back where they came from, the better. Their left-leaning politics helped to foist on us the things like the onerous burden of debt; we are now having to shoulder.

  Is Scotland any good for anything other than tourism, after their bankers came south and all but destroyed the credibility of the 'City of London', in harness with their son of the Manse Chancellor who failed to understand that two and two make four, as he tried to take it out on the rest of the world, with his own brand of wanton arrogance.

  Then of course there’s this spectre of the Barnett Formula hanging over us, £9billion or so each year and it’s been going on year after year since 1975. That’s a few billion piled on the national debt. So If we could persuade them to go it alone, we’d be much better off and not so heavily in debt, especially if we insisted on a bit of payback for all those years they’ve been milking our Treasury.

  One outstanding example is the way their boy Gordie, Son of the Manse, paid off the best part of £1billion of the £1.3 billion debt in Glasgow City Council's Housing Department. For a while it stood at around £300 million, but the last time I checked they were piling it up again and it was back to square one.

  My grandfather was Scottish and I grew up in ignorance of this, as he died many years before I was born, my experience of living and working there, though is still fresh in my mind. I was supposed to get the fare home to the Midlands after working there on one particular contract for two months, that was in 1989. It’s never been paid, so that has to be a few bob in accrued interest charges, on my enforced loan to them.

  Maybe First Minister Salmond will send a few bucks on account, when he reads this piece. Even a choice fillet of smoked salmon, would suffice to ameliorate the pain of this deceit. Yep I reckon it’s time for them to go it alone and best of luck. With a referendum on the horizon though, don’t bet on the outcome, unless you reckon they’re about to kill the Goose that laid the Golden Egg.

  But above all, I'm so bloody glad he never managed to persuade Grandma to go back there with him. My Grandad William certainly knew which side his bread was buttered.

Watch this space, I’ll be back!

Tom.