Some things
in life change. Some things in life don’t
change. Some things in life come around
again & you feel like they never changed at all. I’m sitting typing in my room while listening
to Steve Lamacq on the radio & thinking about the SNP branch meeting this
evening. I could’ve typed that last
sentence 20 years ago. The branch
meeting will be in a local authority owned building. Same as before. We’ll be discussing plans for the
forthcoming election. Same again. We’re living under a Tory government that
attacks the poor & the vulnerable.
Aye, you guessed it, same as 20 years ago.
Luckily, ach
scrap that. It’s nothing to do with
luck. It’s been about bloody hard work
by a lot of people. Start that again. …
Thankfully
some things are different. Back then
you would turn up for a branch meeting & hope that enough people would turn
up to make the meeting quorate. Now I’m
hoping I’ll get a seat. Following on
from the referendum people are still engaged in politics to a degree that they
never were before, not in this country anyway.
When my political life was in its infancy I really believed we would win
every election. In 1997 I was genuinely
disappointed that Ewan Dow didn’t win Stirling.
I was gutted that the SNP didn’t win more seats. Right… stop laughing. I hadn’t even left school yet. We were fighting a campaign against Michael
Forsyth, the Tory Scottish Secretary. In
hindsight an awful lot of natural SNP supporters would have voted Labour just
to get him out. This time we are the
favourites in pretty much every constituency.
Anyway, I
had intended on typing more just now. There’s
more I need to say. But I’ve just found
out while I’ve been writing that the very first SNP member I ever knew passed
away a few days ago. The party & the
country owe him a huge thank you. We are
standing on the shoulders of giants.
Rest in Peace Robert.
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