I DREAM OF HAGGIS

Remember What I Told You: If They Hated Me, They Will Hate You

I haven't updated in awhile, I know. Perhaps it's been out of sheer laziness with a contingent of work responsibilities. Or, perhaps, it's just down to distraction and depression. You see, ever since the recent election, it's just been a steady stream of bad news. And with all these talks about cuts to the public sector, it's going to be very VERY bad for Scotland, where about one in four working people are employed by the state.

I can't help but question if this is the cool Britannia that I once fell in love with. How is it even possible that these horrid, despicable and posh homunculus's' - known as the Conservatives - represent my beloved country? Yes, it's true - in the fine words of Gary Younge, I hate the tories:

I hate them for a reason. For lots of reasons, actually. For the miners, apartheid, Bobby Sands, Greenham Common, selling council houses, Section 28, lining the pockets of the rich and hammering the poor – to name but a few. I hate them because they hate people I care about. As a young man Cameron looked out on the social carnage of pit closures and mass unemployment, looked at Margaret Thatcher's government and thought, these are my people. When all the debating is done, that is really all I need to know.

I hate them for all the above reasons and now, even more so for the xenophobic measure of capping Non-European Union migration; for the rising unemployment; for scrapping the UK Film Council; for Jeremy Hunt: the most uncultured philistine to ever be Secretary of State for Culture, Olympics, Media and Sport.

And yet, it's even worse in Scotland - a Labour stronghold where people simply do not and will not vote Conservative; where a timeless battle between England and Scotland continues to quietly fester. For England truly isn't the mythical land of Madame George and roses...