Fook’em.
Unless the furor is all a bit overblown somehow. And Scots are just being their usual obdurate, mysterious, troublemaking selves who will go back to sleep when the drunk wears off.
…What? What?
I dunno. Maybe we’re not ready.
On the other hand, who could resist this? Bleak, rain-soaked caterwauling by men in bear hats and skirts. Heaven.
What the hell. Even the Romans were scared of us. Do it. AYE.
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Well thank God and St. Andrew, the Queen and Union Jack are safe for now. Can hardly wait for the worldwide suspense on the next referendum.
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Part of me is a bit disappointed. I don’t know if it would have been a good thing or not. But I’ve got enough perverse curiosity to want to know what would’ve happened…
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