I am bravely going to carry on eating the occasional Tunnocks tea cake. I know. I have no moral fibre. On the other hand I have tried to avoid using Stagecoach
buses because of their predatory practices and their homophobic founder (and
SNP bankroller), and I have had some success.
But I have failed miserably in
refusing to watch the fitba on Sky despite Alex Salmond’s cosiness with Rupert
Murdoch (oh, and Murdoch’s dislike for unions, democracy and all that
namby-pamby liberal nonsense). I still recklessly watch Bond movies despite the fact that
Shir Sean was born just along the road from me and backs independence for a
country he doesn’t want to live in. I even speak to (and occasionally accept
drinks from) my mates who unfathomably voted Yes in the referendum.