Showing posts with label 2010 election. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2010 election. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

State visit

Humour me. Allow me one last moment of politics. Just one last moment, before we all roll up our sleeves and volunteer for the coalition's Big Society. It's all in the national interest.

David Cameron has promised to govern Scotland with "respect" and will travel north of Hadrian's Wall within the week, carrying a whopping, Calman sized gift.

Might I be so presumptious as to suggest a destination?

As a keen football fan (he's a Villain!) Mr Cameron will know that this weekend sees Ross County and Dundee United contest the Active Nation Scottish Cup Final.

What better way to bring his message of hope to the people of Scotland? A nation, at this stage, still to share in the Cameroonian love.

And there's a precedent that would go down well in the Tory heartlands. He'd be making a pilgrimage in the footsteps of dear old Margaret.

She handed over the trophy to Celtic captain Roy Aitken in 1988. I'm sure David would love to unite both sets of supporters at the national stadium just as Mrs Thatcher did 22 years ago.

In one voice, Celtic and Dundee United supporters saluted her

See you there, Dave!


Thursday, May 06, 2010

Time to decide

So the polling stations are open. The talking, the talking about the talking and the talking about what the talking has done to the opinion polls is over.

Still undecided?

Why not base your vote on sport?

A pure footballing choice: Gordon Brown is a Raith Rovers fan, man and boy. David Cameron is a Villain - his uncle, Sir William Dugdale, was Aston Villa chairman. Nick Clegg, I'd guess, professes to support his local team in Sheffield. Or maybe both of them. Alex Salmond is Hearts through and through.

Here's Frank Keating:
Our imminently erstwhile prime minister Gordon Brown is at least a genuine copper-bottomed football man, his devoted apprenticeship honed as a regular Saturday schoolboy programme-seller outside Raith Rovers' stark and windy Stark's Park. Did I read somewhere that of all his duties as premier, Brown's proudest moment was being asked to unveil the handsome bronze statue in the Fife mining village Hill of Beath of the late, great Jim Baxter, Raith's most fabled football son?

Putting aside all considerations of competence or cock-up, it has been some sort of relief at least to have had an authentic sports lover at the helm of late, especially as sport to Brown's dreaded predecessor never meant anything more than a hey-look-at-me grin and a photo opportunity. May we be in for some more of that after tomorrow's vote? For David Cameron seems sportingly neuter, his people keeping mum about their boy's apparent lifetime love of Aston Villa since it was revealed that it was only because his uncle, Sir William Dugdale, had been the club chairman.
The most popularly unpopular English rugby player in Scotland, Brian Moore, argues for none of the above:
Any party that prioritised sport and promised to and did remove the swathes of unnecessary administration like the above and shredded large amounts of the red-tape surrounding sport might get my vote; but there isn’t one.
Not quite as simple as that, responds David Conn:
Those claims remain to be tested, but the facts, after 13 years, are clear. Unlike the Conservatives, who came to the 1997 election having overseen a ransacking of school and community sport, Labour arrives at this landmark election with a record of investment and improvement to defend.
Still finding it hard to decide? Then why not follow the advice given over at We Know SFA and just say Nope!