Lord Dunderheid

There has been a huge outcry in recent weeks about Boris Johnson, and other cabinet ministers, holding Christmas parties for staff last year while, at the same time, locking down the country and banning such parties for the ordinary citizens of the country. Worse was the fact that relatives of those dying were unable to visit their loved ones and be with them one last time. Even worse was the fact that the Tories seemed to have found this amusing and laughed about their own ignoring of the restrictions - while everyone else suffered. This was nothing but Tory privilege and disrespect showing it’s ugly face, once again. There is not much more that can be said about this, and better writers than myself have said all that needs to be said. What I want to consider are the possible outcomes of this behaviour. There are ramifications for the Tory party and there are also (I hope) ramifications for Scottish independence (which I’ll explore later). As David Cameron recently said, Johnson can g

Lismore is a long, narrow island - but in describing it so I am more describing it’s shape rather than it’s size as it’s only about 10 miles long and 1 mile wide at it’s widest. It is fairly low lying with the highest point, Barr Mor, being only about 420 feet. It lies at the mouth of Loch Linnie, with the southern tip reaching into where Loch Linnie joins with the Firth of Lorn - with the Sound of Mull to the west and the mouth of Loch Etive to the east. The Gaelic name is Liosmor, which means the big, or great, garden - so one has to assume that the Gaelic for garden is ‘lios’ (pronounced lis in English). It is, indeed, a very green, pleasant and peaceful place despite a car ferry service from Oban. It is a fertile island due, I understand, to the limestone in the soil (although the term ‘fertile’ might just be in respect to the surrounding lands of Morven, Appin and Mull - not to mention the majority of Scotland’s west coast). This fertility, I presume, is where it’s name derives fr