Tuesday, 29 October 2013

WHITE NOISE

I was holding court in Bute House, showing two diplomatic heavyweights from Ireland and Iceland my plans for a Chequers style weekend retreat in Stirling Castle when in barged Big John Swindly.

"Boss" he splurged

"This had better be good John." I replied, with a well practised tone of condescending annoyance.
"My friends here are from the Arc of Insolvency and I'm just showing them my plans for a second home once I'm elected President for Life."

"Boss. There's a problem. A huge stooshie that threatens to completely undermine our White Paper next month." He continued, sweating like Comrade Nicola in a maths test.

"Nonsense John. I've already told the scribes to take out any controversial economic detail and concentrate on nationalist bluster, fictional promises and a few fibs. We'll be fine."

But on he went: "But Glasgow University’s Centre for Public Policy and Regions and the Institute of Fiscal Studies have published reports saying that an independent Scotland would be at least £ 1bn - £2bn per annum worse off than if we were still part of the UK.  They say we'd be losing £ 7bn pa from the Barnett Formula and only gaining £ 5bn - £ 6bn pa from the projected North Sea Oil revenues. No Scot in their right mind would vote for that! It would be like turkeys voting for Christmas."

I raised my eyes to the heavens, at the same time noting the elaborate gilded cornicing in my beloved Bute House. Maybe the addition of some suitably chubby, frog faced cherubs might enhance the ceiling, I thought to myself, before replying to this tedious drivel:

"We already knew that John. We've always known that the oil is depleting and can't substitute the Barnett Formula tax revenues from the UK beyond 2015. We just can't tell anyone. That's why I've got wee Comrade Nicola operating Project Fib. Make a few headline promises on benefit increases and hope the proletariat don't ask too many questions."

"But Boss," he continued " it's all very well to assume that our economically myopic freedom fighters will swallow anything we say, but 75% of Scots are unconvinced. They want to hear the economic facts."

"Well they can't and they won't." I snapped. "We can't win over the Scottish people with the truth. We can't ask them to swap the stable tax revenues of the balanced UK economy for a smaller economy based on a single, declining and highly volatile resource. We can't tell them that, as the oil continues to decline, we'll have to implement more and more increases in council tax, income tax and property tax. Nor can we tell them about our £ 14bn annual deficit and the doubling of sovereign debt costs or about the inevitable cuts in public services and welfare."

"None of that actually matters John. All that matters is that we will be in power."

"Now be a good lad and close the door on the way out. I've still to show the boys my plans for a statue of myself alongside Robert the Bruce at Bannockburn."




5 comments:

  1. when hell freezes over

    10:58 AM on 29/10/2013

    Brilliant stuff extremely well written and it's a joy to read. The subject matter and the characters provide you with mountains of material.

    When all this referendum nonsense is finished you should find yourself a good illustrator (and probably a lawyer) and do a book.

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  2. Dixon McSporrans

    11:35 AM on 29/10/2013

    I'm going to plagiarise you. You humble my humbler efforts.

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  3. mcbill

    "...sweating like Comrade Nicola in a maths test."

    Great line.

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  4. Greetings great Bravebelly, when all is lost next year there will still be years of posts to write, blaming those around you and telling the minions how you never really wanted to be life President of free Caledonia at all !

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  5. Greetings my Celtic Comrade. The prospect of not seeing my statue looking down the Forth Valley would be too much to contemplate. William Wallace looking to the West from Abbey Craig, King Robert I looking to to the South from Bannockburn field and a 40ft effigy of myself, gazing East to Grangemouth, with my fingers firmly crossed. That and and the prospect of sitting in the Panda House with that bunch of mediocrities and having no way to ride roughshod over the lot of them. No. Defeat cannot be considered.

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