Tuesday/ Wednesday. 91 days of campaigning to go...
In a fresh blow for Alex Salmond, it suddenly turned out
that a Social Attitudes Survey telling us what people were thinking 12 months
ago was somehow important in the referendum debate.
“Arbitrarily turning back the clock is perfectly fair,” opined
Professor John Curtice, his unbridled glee evident in the sparks flying from
his hair. “Nobody in the survey had ever heard of the White Paper, but nobody had
heard of Alistair Carmichael either, so it’s swings and roundabouts. But what’s
most important is that, when you ignore all the evidence that’s subsequently
accumulated, I’m shown to be right about everything, and the case for me
getting my very own 24-hour TV channel becomes unanswerable.”
“The voices of people from the past have been ignored for
too long in this debate,” declared Blair McDougall, munching a celebratory Empire
biscuit as a tannoy broadcast the Carpenters’ Yesterday Once More all over Blythswood Square. “Naturally, we’ve
taken their concerns on board and will be recycling them verbatim in our new
£720,000 leaflet Ooh Look, Some Children
Holding Hands, which will shortly be force-fed through every letter-box in
Scotland.”
“This is fantastic, I can draw a line in the sand again!”
exulted Ruth Davidson. “And this time I’m going to do it with the disappearing foam
they use for free-kicks at the World Cup, just to keep my options open.”
There was some alarm about the survey appearing to indicate
that 41% of Scots thought that Trident should be retained in an independent
Scotland. However, it later emerged that
the questioners hadn’t actually used the word “Trident”, but had instead asked respondents
in Scotland about “cuddly nuclear submarine kinda thingies”. This is an example of a highly complex cutting-edge
survey technique known as a “complete pauchle”.
Trident also featured in an interventionist bleat from
another historical figure, John Major, who was from 1990 to 1997 the lead actor
in the sitcom UK Government, best
remembered for the cones hotline, constant sleaze, relentless back-stabbing and
an economic policy run by George Soros. He
sees everything in black and white, which is only fair, because we see him in a
mixture of the two.
John was perturbed to a not inconsiderable degree, oh yes, by
the thought of “the SNP’s threat” selfishly to demand Trident’s removal. Obviously, he spluttered, the only other place
to put the nukes would be England, and people living in England would need to
be complete berks to agree to a risk like that, so the UK’s whole nuclear
deterrent would be kyboshed. The
question “And your point is?” hung in the air, but, since the interviewer was
Jim Naughtie, it was left dangling in frustration before finally unhooking
itself and stomping off down the pub.
John’s last Secretary of State for Scotland before he drove
the Tories to electoral annihilation was the execrable Michael Forsyth, now
ennobled and impossible to dislodge, like a piece of rotting spinach wedged in
a crumbling tooth. He shared a sofa on Wednesday’s
BBC Daily Politics show with the SNP’s
Angus Robertson, making it an unelected gravy-trainer with lifetime tenure versus an
elected representative who’s working hard to make himself redundant. His Lordship duly displayed
the full range of eye-rolling contempt for self-determination that made his photograph everyone's favourite dartboard during the Tories’ devolution hate-fest of the 1990s.
Still, even malevolent trolls occasionally strike a note of
truth. When the opposition parties’
written-in-tomato-ketchup “more powers” guarantee came up, Lord Forsyth was very far from shaking a set of cheerleader’s pom-poms.
It wasn’t an issue for before the referendum, he scoffed, as if brushing
an earwig off his robe, and would be a matter “for the whole of the UK”.
In other words, after we’ve voted No like obedient
kiddywinks, the contents of the mystery envelope will be submitted to 591 lukewarm-to-hostile
English, Welsh and Northern Irish MPs, perhaps including a small wasps’ nest of
UKIP MPs holding the balance of power. Any
vague hopes and dreams surviving that ordeal will be stretchered to the House
of Lords, where an elegantly-conducted debate will throttle them for good. Alas, poor guarantee! Not worth the paper it isn’t written on.
Back in 2013, if they’d been asked, people might have given
a tuppenny toss about an important bag of wind like the Premier of China saying
that the UK should stay together, though it was a matter for the Scottish
voterssszzzz. These days, sorry, we won’t
even raise an eyebrow for anything below minor deity level. We’re all looking forward to David Cameron’s
reciprocal remarks about Tibet, though.
Finally for nostalgia buffs, on Wednesday Jeremy Paxman, the
ungladdest sufferer of fools yet to bestride the earth, presented his final
edition of Newsnight. As a valedictory assignment, whether to take
the piss or to get him closer to the main source of information, his producer asked
him to interview Boris Johnson while sitting behind him on a pantomime tandem.
This
surely deserved a zinging sign-off comment from Jezza, but in the end the great
man just shrugged his shoulders and settled for “This is England, so I’ll just
thank you for watching.”
“This is England.” Yeeeeeees……
Nailed it in three words, Jeremy.
If the number of comments against your posts bear any relation to the people viewing them then you are being ignored William. I don't know why.
ReplyDeleteAlways entertaining and incisive. I bracket you with Bateman and The Wee Ginger Dug
A pleasure to read.
That's high praise - thanks!
ReplyDeleteI seem to have what I'd call a "small cult following", which I hope will grow as the big day (and beyond) approaches. Plus I'm rubbish at self-publicity.
Well, you are going on my bookmark tab as of now, brilliantly witty post. Thankyou.
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