Freedom?

Firstly my apologies. I have been neglecting the blog for the last few weeks but I've had a heavy load at work and when I get home I don't always feel like staring at a monitor.

In my last post I mentioned my dismay at the Nanny State we are currently having to endure in this country. This was still very much on my mind when I switched on the TV on Sunday night and had the misfortune of catching a snippet of the turgid movie Braveheart. If you've seen it you have my sympathies, if you liked it you are either a) Not Scottish or b) A succesful brain donor.

Anyhoo!, I got to thinking about the story of William Wallace and the sacraficies he was prepared to make for this great country and I couldn't help but think of his reaction to the laws and by laws recently introduced by The Scottish Executive and Glasgow City Council and how these would sit with him. So it is with great pleasure I bring you this revised speech from the movie assuming it had been set last week.

"Fight and you may die, run and you'll live. At least a while. And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that if they want happy hour drinks or two for one offers in pubs then they will have to go home. And don't bother bringing your ciggies either, cause you ain't fucking smoking in public. You'd better also mention that if they want to drink from something other than plastic in a club or enjoy a bottle of wine with their picnic in the park they are out of luck".