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Congratulations to Mark Daly and the BBC production team behind The Men who sold the Jerseys, who received the award from the Royal Television Society for Best regions current affairs and news event for their documentary into the goings-on in the years before Rangers descended into liquidation.  They won against Grananda’s Hillsborough – The Truth At Last, which centred on a hugely important human and political story, which illustrates the standard of achievement.

Television journalist of the year

Congratulations also to Alex Thomson, of Chanel 4 News, “one of the UK’s leading correspondents. With a portfolio of coverage from Syria to door stepping Kelvin Mackenzie over Hillsborough, to Glasgow Rangers, he displays great range and versatility with a knack for finding strong angles and compelling stories. He brings real authority and storytelling skills to whatever he covers.”

Thomson is a game changer.  Never has a UK journalist had so many people wanting him to stop asking questions, including many in his own industry.  Fortunately he appears to be some kind of Geordie-hostility-feeder.

Good journalism is important. Well done to the winners and those in their support teams.
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  1. Estadio on

    I am Scottish, I am neither proud nor privileged. I was lucky.

     

     

    But having started from where I am, Irish mammy, Appin Stewart Dad, here is where I find myself…..

     

     

    ************************************************88

     

     

    Prelude- A painful birth.

     

     

    As the air and the atmosphere warmed, the invading ice flows turned on their heels and began their reluctant but resigned tramp back to the north. For thirteen thousand years or more, they had been the agents of Mother Nature’s handiwork fracturing, crushing, massaging, kneading and reforming the landscape. Their work was finished and now with an occasional glance back, the joyful tears of melt-water bore witness to the valleys and ridges left by the whorls of her fingerprints.

     

     

    Here was a land of magisterial crags and crannies, of thundering breakwaters, soil and rock bearing hidden treasures of coal and ores. Towered ranges topped with blue ice and white snow stood proudly. Sparkling diamond-clear burns, streams and rivers caressed the granite and in the newly green fertile loam, they carved out pioneering paths to both the rising seas and the beckoning future. The newborn winds and rain, children of the once freezing air and snow, dispersed the scudding clouds and impregnated the earth with life. The lures thus laid sent out their cries, scents and charms across the land-bridges and brought the deer, the boar, the bears, the wolves and the birds from the Great Plains and mountains to the east and south to feast on the bountiful pastures.

     

     

    The eagles, ospreys and other winged acrobats of the sky soared and called as they eyed far below the mammals, reptiles and lizards making their own dominion of all they could survey. The rivers, lochs and surrounding seas abounded with fish; the land and heavens were rich in countless herds, packs and flocks; and as cumulus, nimbus and cirrus alternated in the firmament, an invigorating infusion of the sun’s rays bathed the land and magnificent flora thrived. To even the most prosaic observer of metamorphosis this was undoubtedly God’s reward to humankind, a new Eden.

     

     

    And man did come. He drank of the waters, harvested from the soil, culled and feasted from the creatures, but most of all he dined, breathed and conjured up the myths, legends, and mysteries marking his beliefs across the terrain by standing stones, carvings and tributes. This was the nativity of the soul; a soul through which balance and beauty would thrive and flourish.

     

     

    But man harbours the nature of a fallen angel and in an echo from future millennia, wherever ‘man’ came understanding was still on its journey. They ‘took’ when they could and returned only by chance. Facing challenges, triumphs, disasters and revelations that lay around every peak or nestled in every glen, they roamed from north to south, east to west, highland, lowland, wetland, dry land and coastland. Through rain, snow, wind, bitter cold and disaster they battled and triumphed alongside the creatures of the land, sea and sky.

     

     

    Settlements arose; and the hunter-gatherer turned to gatherer-hunter, setting up brochs, crannochs and henges. Villages were established and plots and holdings were claimed; but greed and ignorance still stalked. Possessions were disputed, and man fought man in a selfish and regressive fight for supremacy and domination. Battles raged between, Gaels, Picts, Celts, and Angles.

     

     

    However angels, fallen or otherwise always have a heart of virtue and here it glowed as man’s desire to learn and cooperate flowered.

     

     

    Through epoch after epoch, together they honed their talents. Together they tried, failed, and adapted. In families, tribes, communities and clans they sculpted the land, faced the battering of the elements and sifted through their fingers the mystery of why they and this wandering orphan of Pangaea should have so many shared features. Man and land mirrored and shared the scarred faces, calloused hands, roaring voices, laughter, tears, and ambition to survive and thrive in harmonious war with each other.

     

     

    As people weaved the fabric of living together, the binding came to outweigh what separated; and eventually the lands of Fortui, Rheged, Strathclyde, and Bernicia embraced as one. The cousins from Dal Riata and the Scotti laid their claim at first they too battling with Gaels, Norse, Romans! Winning as often as losing, but eventually the ‘all-comers’ realising the common cause that sparked a shared humanity.

     

     

    Then the southern tribes in a multitude of guises came, time after time inspiring in these aborigines of the north an even greater common cause of identity and unity. Under one standard and a vision of one dream of and for this northern land, they forged still greater alliances that would flourish in the shared blood let, as the enemies were repelled.

     

     

    Motivated and united by the invaders’ arrogance and pillage, old enemies became kith, factions became kin and as the red heat of the forge hammered the essence and spirits into one sword and shield, the followers and the champions of McCalpin, Wallace, and Bruce rallied through that unique strength fashioned by the furnace of pain, suffering and massacre.

     

     

    Then through the magic of faith, the fires of destiny and the essence of their spirits they sowed with a cry that resounded from peak to peak and glen to glen, the seeds of that universal right to freedom and autonomy. These giants of men nailed the cross of St Andrew to the flagpole of humanity and declared their one true nationhood and their kindred empathy for the world to see and join in a march to justice! A hundred battles were fought, so many lost but so many won. Fifty thousand bodies and souls were cleaved in damp corrosive fields of swamp and peat graves; and yet in their parting those who had sacrificed everything also nurtured and gave substance to a vision, a culture, a future and a country.

     

     

    And so as the sun rose at the dawn of this age, it smiled at the beginning of a new beauty. Those resurrected rays not only witnessed the first strides of a mystery that would hold the world in its embrace for all time, they also heard a melody that sang of the intrinsic value of the glory that lay in wait.

     

     

    They listened to the promise of the poetic epitaphs for those who would perish in its name and felt the heat from a nation’s breath that would fuel a fire lighting a thousand nationwide beacons, flaming a message across ten thousand lands never ever to be doused or dimmed, down through the millennia to come!

     

     

    Quia quamdiu Centum ex nobis viui remanserint, nuncquam Anglorum dominio aliquatenus volumus subiugari. Non enim propter gloriam, diuicias aut honores pugnamus set propter libertatem solummodo quam Nemo bonus nisi simul cum vita amittit.

     

     

     

    A freedom won never to be relinquished……. and man and nature roared!

     

     

    ……………………………

     

     

    Romantic nonsense…of course it is….just like being in love ……………..that’s what make the world go round.

     

     

    Hail Hail

     

     

    Estadio

  4. petec on

    Estadio

     

     

    01:10 on 22 February, 2013

     

     

    You Sir are a real Genius, you are likely to be locked up by the Controllers because you have the ability to sway minds.

     

     

    Tesla-Estadio

     

     

    I really disagree with us jumping out of the Union into the EU which will always make me vote No.

     

     

    Superb reading, it will be getting printed to the ornothologists in my family that have no interests in computers, they are still reading the Scottish Press however, how dare they? ;))

  5. Rascar Capac on

    I went to Glasgow University 20 Years ago.

     

     

    My class was full of people I had never met before.

     

     

    From Norway, Germany, Russia, England, Maldives, Hong Kong (brilliant footballer), Ireland, Spain, and everywhere else really.

     

     

    And folk from Scotland that had done well in their exams.

     

     

    The poll from Glasgow University is meaningless.

  7. Fortunes Favour Mibbes on

    FFS,

     

     

    What’s happened here??

     

     

    Wolves don’t need no nationalism.

     

     

    Wolves despise the establishment.

     

     

    But only the establishment can save themselves by looking in the mirror, and throwing away the shield of their illusion.

     

     

    So like a big bad wolf, I say, “woah little piggy. I’ll leave you to blow your own little house down….”:

     

     

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TNKQFbQdeww

  8. Ntassoolla on

    I visited some Scottish Universities recently with a prospective student from overseas.

     

     

    When asked these universities refused to give a breakdown by nationality or ethnicity of their student.

     

    “Why would anyone want to know that?” they asked menacingly of the prospective student.

     

    “You tell me ” came the reply. “You ask these questions on the application form.”

     

    “Ah, but we need to know these things” said the University representative.

     

    “So do I ” said the student.

     

    “Why? ” came the question in a hostile tone.

     

    “For the same reasons as you.

     

     

     

    So we’re unlikely to learn the composition of the student body.

     

     

    Students from outside of Scotland should not be voting on such a matter.

  18. Mea Culpa on

    What a bizarrely, confusingly, incredibly intolerant lot we are becoming.

     

     

    It is an offence in the UK to wear religious symbols at work.

     

    It is an offence in some countries to wear ‘cultural/religious’ headware in public.

     

    In Scotland, it is an offence to behave in an offensive manner, but only if you are at, going to/from a football match.

     

    Certainly very odd that the same behaviour is OK if you are say, inside a church (unless of course the church is hosting a football match) !?

     

     

    In Oz, certain parties are pushing for legislation for it to be an offence to be “offensive”.

     

    Talk about begging for every petty grievance and personal difference of opinion to be brought before the courts.

     

    Haven’t these idiots seen Jerry Springer?

     

     

    Just dealing with cultural and religious differences alone is a legislative nightmare.

     

    Social behavioural differences may also cause offence which is purely down to social misunderstandings.

     

    eg Here in Oz, calling someone “You old bastard” is in fact complimentary.

     

    Here on this blog such terminology is likely to get this posting deleted.

     

    (However, I have left it in to illustrate my point.)

     

     

    Surely what we should demanding from the so-called leaders of our society is to create/foster a society of tolerance and understanding.

     

    Every time they pass legislation to ban something because it might offend some group (or worse still, some individual) they are in fact imposing another level of intolerance in our society. It is now legally OK not to put up with certain activities. Activities which are in fact often not offensive in the slightest.

     

     

    It is a curious anomaly, which seems to have escaped our “leaders” that whilst it is ‘offensive’ to wear a cross, or a burka etc…, it is not offensive to plaster pornography in every other magazine, on every other billboard, TV programs, etc…

     

    Nor is it offensive to live a life of profligate self indulgence whilst all around you people are literally starving.

     

    Nor is it offensive to exploit the resources of some less well off country to feed the rampant consumerism of The West.

     

    Nor is it offensive to spend billions upon pharmaceuticals and medical procedures to bring about weight loss or simply to indulge one’s vanity, whilst all around people are dying from curable disease and malnutrition.

     

    Nor is it offensive to spend billions upon billions on more & more powerful bombs, worse still to use them against ordinary people who are simply seeking a life of peace.

     

    Nor is it offensive to take people who have risked their very lives to escape from persecution and fled to your country, only for you to lock them up like animals.

     

     

     

    So, all you politicians and lawyers out there, how about sitting back and considering what is truly offensive in our world.

     

    How about trying to encourage our societies to show compassion, caring and understanding instead of intolerance and alienation.

     

    Let’s try to build a better world, embracing our differences.

  21. Estadio Nacional on

    Mornin…

     

     

    PFayr 00:05

     

     

    I see that as well, many folk who live abroad support independence, may be due to them living in an independent country and wishing Scotland was the same. Maybe if Scotland was independent they wouldn’t have had to leave to get a job.

     

     

    Im hoping I still get a vote on it.

     

     

     

    EN

  22. Estadio Nacional on

    Mibee in an independand Scotland the CQN coupon would come up for the first time?

     

     

    These are the things people dont think about. The serious issues.

  23. miki67 on

    The antediluvian bedroom tax, thought up by purse-mouthed throwbacks to powdered wigs, is utterly mean and ultimately stupid.

     

    And the same cretins paying billions to private gangsterish firms to administer their ‘arbeit macht frei’ programmes which have achieved less than if nothing had been done at all.

     

    What a parcel of first-class self-serving money-grubbing eejits swanning around in their tax-free enclave of grandiose government buildings laughingly called Parliament.

     

    How I despise them and their smirking, preening self-regarding demeanour.

     

    And Iain Duncan Smith (born plain George Smith), well….he’s straight out of ‘1984’, and the mein kampf playbook.

     

    You’d think it was fiction if t wasn’t for real.

     

    ‘Vendetta’ was fiction.

     

    It needs to be made real.

  24. miki67 on

    “The foulest damage to our political life comes not from the ‘secrets’ which they hide from us, but from the little bits of half-truth and disinformation which they do tell us. These are already pre-digested, and then are sicked up as little gobbits of authorised spew. The columns of ‘political’ correspondents in the establishment sheets serve as the spittoons.” – E. P. Thompson, British historian.

     

    ( I substituted ‘political for ”defence’)

  25. Jobo Baldie on

    Good morning friends and a Big Happy Friday from a dry, calm, cold but not frosty East Kilbride.

  26. macjay1 for Neil Lennon on

    Mea Culpa

     

     

    04:11 on 22 February, 2013

     

    So, all you politicians and lawyers out there, how about sitting back and considering what is truly offensive in our world.

     

     

    Pal.

     

    Never place your hopes or put your trust in that mob of mutually glad handing hypocrites.

     

    Their only interest is self interest.

     

    To thine own self be true.

  29. macjay1 for Neil Lennon on

    petec

     

    03:26 on 22 February, 2013

     

    First sentence,my friend.

     

    Needs reassessment.

     

    Considerable.

     

    Hail.

  31. macjay1 for Neil Lennon on

    Sydney Tim

     

    MAGIC to hear from you,my fellow Tim.

     

    Plans for a wee comeallye around the feast of St. Patrick in Sydney.

     

    Your presence , and that of Michael Collins,would be great.

     

    Welcome back.

  32. •-:¦:-•** -:¦:- sparkleghirl :¦:-.•**• -:¦:-• on

    Please please please, those of you on good terms with St Anthony, have a word for me. I’m in the middle of preparing a move and have mislaid something of great sentimental value :(

  34. ItaliaBhoy on

    I see the Nats are blaming “the wrong kind of electorate” for their drubbing in the West End yesterday.

     

     

    Oh dear. An independent Scotland does not look like it will be a particularly tolerant or welcoming place to those outside the ein true volk…

  35. saltires en sevilla on

    Good morning fellow Celts- dry and not as cold in Renfrewshire

     

     

    Wondering if Challs is back in UK yet? Seem to recall he is hosting £10 a plate charity bash at the Loudon tonite.

  40. Chairbhoy on

    Morning all still very cool and fresh in the Chilterns…

     

     

    Great post by Estadio again @ 01:10.

     

     

    …PFayr @ 00:05,

     

     

    As a Scot whose been out of the Country for close to 40 years Independence may not be quite so relevent to me.

     

     

    However I still have a Scottish accent (and surname) so I’m oft asked by English folks for my views.

     

     

    Being aware of the issues and having an opinion is a right and maybe even a reponsibility for ex-pats.

     

     

    For the record most ex-pats I talk to are against Independence and my understanding is the polls show this to be the case Globally.

     

     

    Chairbhoystillondafence.

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