I went to an anti-Trump rally and I’ve never loved my country more.

“It’s shite being Scottish.” A phrase I’m all too familiar with, and it’s true. Of course, I’m quoting Mark ‘Rent-Boy’ Renton from the 1996 phenomenon that is Trainspotting, rather timely I would be watching such a film and endorsing such a phrase with the release of T2: Trainspotting, but that’s beside the point.

The point I am making is it’s hard being Scottish (believe me, as a straight, white male I know the world is on my side, but it’s open for debate that Scotland is an underdog in a certain union of nations). I’d go further than that, I would happily say it’s shite being Scottish. We’re shite…but we’re also amazing. We are passionate. We are loud. And we aren’t afraid to voice what we believe in – even when we know we aren’t being listened to (again and again).

It isn’t unusual to see a rally take place in Glasgow or Edinburgh – perhaps in George Square (or Independence Square for those Cybernat types) or on the Royal Concert Hall Steps, for the remaining time that they are there.

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Taking A Break

Hello world, it’s me.

So, I haven’t made a blog post in months. Like…3 months. Sorry about that.

Basically, I’ve had a bunch of stuff on my plate. Uni assignments, work and just trying to enjoy life.

I will make it my New Year’s Resolution to try and post a bit more…I promise.

Watch this space for more.

J