By Derek Bateman
The chorus of whines is alive in the shires of England, and in Scotland the sound of deflating bagpipes can be heard. If the drones could fashion a dirge it would be Smith’s Retreat from Devo Max.
God, but it’s embarrassing for old Scotland to have such a gang of spivs and chancers picking over her entrails to see what’s worth keeping and what can be safely consigned to the bin.
My own lament is simple: Why, in Heaven’s name, didn’t we have the courage of our forebears and bestow on our country what is rightfully hers – sovereign independence.