Yakking for Argyll

As a teenager when I heard the Sex Pistols on old analogue radio for the first time, I knew, with many of my contemporaries, that I was hearing history in the making, even out in nowhere-near-anything-north of England. That day burned bright in every teenager’s consciousness – radio had allowed us to activate in a [...]

So, when she flew the Saltire for an immediate referendum on Scottish Independence, Wee Wendy was only ‘flushing out’ the SNP. Right? And El Gordo says she managed it. Right? So tell me… What, precisely, did she flush them out of? What have we discovered about them we didn’t already know? They’ve hardly been disguising [...]