If you fancy reminiscing about Scotland from the 1950s to about 2017, just when things really started to go tits-up, you could do worse than read my 2nd novel, The River, available from all good bookshops, the baldy taxdodger etc. and also here: intocreative.co.uk/shop/into…
The paperback of my new-ish novel The River is currently half price on Baldemort's website. amazon.co.uk/River-Craig-Smi… - pls leave a review if you buy it, tightwads.
When the dust settles on this dismal episode, support for independence will remain at around 50% and the usual suspects will still fail to grasp that indy ≠ SNP. Wank yerselves into a coma lads 👍
Anyway, console yerselves with the fact that the board have been vindicated, will spend fuck all, and Celtic will be pumped out of the Champion’s League by a team of plumbers.
You know what would have stopped Celtic winning the title yesterday? Hearts doing more in the 90 minutes. They didn’t. Quit with the desperate conspiracy nonsense.
Given the state of the world at the moment, this book is more vital than ever. Just re-read it for the third time. “We must cultivate our garden” is about the only path to sanity left.
Until Scotland is a normal country, where we can vote for the best candidates to represent us, we're stuck voting for the least worst. And it's a pretty fucking crowded field.
Also a wave of unprecedented levels of naivety from "Scottish" Labour as they declare that this drubbing was just what they needed and the great leap forward is now just around the corner, once they've rebuilt and patched up the flag.