It’s tomorrow! No, don’t check your watch, calendar, or other time keeping device. It cannot be tomorrow since, as in the words of the song, it’s always a day away.
No, there lies insanity.
Which brings me neatly round to the big event. Tomorrow at 12 noon, I meet up with a few folk at the Cramond Brig Inn for a small departure do before I, and a few eager people, off in a northerly direction towards the aptly named north queensferry.
This is it. Today I have no great words of political wisdom.
Nothing desperately witty. For me it feels a little like the cross between Christmas eve and the day before sitting your finals.
I’ve done all I can at this stage. I have spoken to lots of people to ask for their support.
I have been in touch with a variety of media organisations. I have a rucksack full of stuff that I’m sure will be useful at some point. I have had trial runs and I’ve stomped my way around arthur’s seat.
As for you lot? Thanks for just being there. Hopefully you’ll grow in number as I go.
I don’t have anywhere to stay in north queensferry. That’s ok though – that’s just how it’ll be at times. Obviously ten packets of super noodles and 3 bags of m & m’s will only take me so far – but this will be fine – this is going to work – we will find that big society.
Love is never having to say you’re sorry. Absolute twaddle – love is holding your hands up and saying, “yes, I’m an arse,” when the situation demands it.
Love is having a bunch of your mates sitting around you saying ,”you’re an idiot!” when I explained I had no alternative sources of energy for my fancy phone other than the kindness of other folk.
I now have solar energy at my fingertips.
I’ll be off then.
Walk a mile people.