iScot reproduced for its soon-to-be traumatised readership Rubens’ 1635 ‘the Three Graces,’ complete with the photoshopped heads of our Tory troika - all wearing unionist micro bikinis.
Yes, we too are a risen people. This was not the final end of us. Our story does not end here. We are only at the beginning of our story.
Great Britain has managed anything but the reconciliation of old rivals. On the day that the Act was passed in the Edinburgh parliament an English army was waiting at the Tweed and reinforcements had been dispatched to the north of Ireland.
Looking in the mirror no longer shows me an image of how I think I look. Now it asks me questions about the future and reminds me that I am no longer the fairest in the land. My young maths students crack the odd joke about me developing bald spot and I find myself envying their youth and stupidity.
Follow @UrFhasaidh It seems almost instinctual that when we consider the might and complexity of harmful social and political power structures we turn to our mythologies for succour and guidance. Time weathered tales provide for us a narrative of symbols by which we can begin to make sense of the apparently unfathomable realities of our … Continue reading Deliver us, Lord, from Every Evil and Grant us Peace
Follow @UrFhasaidh It’s only a big clod of turf; a big rock jutting up out of the North Sea with grass and trees sprouting from it, and sheep and highland cattle wandering to and fro over the face of it. So I remind myself every time I make to leave Scotland yet again. Our Scottish … Continue reading Tha Sinn a’ dol gu Èirinn An-Diugh