Showing posts with label Subway. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Subway. Show all posts

Wednesday, 4 May 2011

ON MAY 5.....




For a better future: VOTE SNP and SNP.




And don't think we're so far ahead that YOUR vote doesn't count. We need you.




Indeed YOUR COUNTRY NEEDS YOU to go out and vote SNP.




Can you imagine Subway Sam running, or rather running away from, the country.




Think Jackie Baillie at Health, Johanna Lamont at Communities, Andy Kerr running our budget, and worst of all, think Richard Baker in charge of anything at all, even the tea fund?




It doesn't bare thinking about. They rubbished all the SNP policies for 4 years and then, with only a few days to go, they only went and adopted them.




Between running into Subway and out of ASDA, Gray has made a lamentable job of attacking the Tories, who are not in power, and then concentrating on the "Crazy" idea of independence.




The "Crazy" idea of Scots running Scotland, with authority to raise taxes which are appropriate, pay pensioners enough to keep them from dying in the winter, and decide who we're going to war with... ?Yeah crazy if you're thinking Iain Gray. But not so daft with the SNP's team.






Oh, and Iain, it's the Scots people who will decide in a Referendum; not Alex Salmond, not you, not parliament, not even Auntie Annabel... US!




It doesn't bare thinking about having a bloke like Gray as first minister.




So, let's hope we Scots elect and SNP government tomorrow with a clear mandate to take us forward to a safer, fairer country... with Alex Salmond as First Minister.






Saturday, 9 April 2011

NOWHERE TO RUN TO BABY; NOWHERE TO HIDE



Poor old Iain Gray. He might have anticipated that the nice people from Citizens United Against Public Sector Cuts, who had hijacked Annabel and Tavish, would also want to ask how Labour were going to deal with London's Tory cuts.

Obviously, however, that didn't occur to the Labour Party machine. So poor old Gray turned up without a crib sheet.

With no answers to offer them, he took flight and hid in a Subway... the restaurant, not the metro. But they followed him. (If I'd been eating in that restaurant I'd have asked for my money back. The cabaret was bouffing [Scottish word for awful]).

Someone managed to get a black cab and get them out and away...

Later, despite having been described by witnesses of the run-in as looking shaken, Gray laughed it off. On no, said he, it didn't bother him. He'd worked in Mozambique during a civil war, walked the killing fields of Cambodia, arrived in Chile just after Pinochet 'demitted' office (he likes posh words does our Iain), and he'd been in Rwanda just after the genocide.

Maybe upon reflection he will consider that comparing, in any way, the Rwandan genocide with facing nine protesters, who potentially were on his side, in Glasgow, with minders and police present, a little on the insensitive side.

Here we have it a potential First Minister whose plan of action is to fold his tent and run for the cover of a sandwich shop.

Don't sleep in the Subway Iain, as Petula might be persuaded to sing!