Monday, February 13, 2006

In A Nation Of Eeyores, Krankies, and Mr Tim Luckhurst, The Dunfermline By-Election Was A Victory For The Fed-Up Party

Sometimes - more often than is medically advisable - words fail me. According to the Sunday Herald, Scotland's Centre for Confidence and Wellbeing has just celebrated a year of existence with an initiative in which "Scottish celebrities and thinkers" are being enlisted "in a bid to create happiness where it's most needed".
Now, even if we accept that the work of a fine institution has been reduced to a cartoon for the purposes of making sure that the intellect of newspaper readers is not stimulated, this is quite awful news on several levels.
Firstly, whenever I hear tell of the word "celebrity" being attached to the word "Scottish", I reach for my spud gun. It is one of this country's finest qualities that it has no celebrities, with the possible exception of "Wee Jimmy Krankie". There is Sir Sean Connery, of course, but he is more of an abstract ideal than a creature of flesh and blood. He is well-known, but his celebrity really belongs to Commander Ian Fleming's 007. Otherwise, Mr Connery would be famous for playing Irish policemen with slurred diction, and for issuing political advice to his homeland from the golf courses of Barbuda.
The directory of Scottish celebrity consists of animals, mostly; from the Loch Ness Monster to Dolly the Sheep, via Greyfriars Bobby. I have not yet managed to see the latest cinematic interpretation of Bobby's life, but I have always thought it appropriate that one of our national myths should be based on a dog which stood vigil around it's master's grave. If there is a more precise definition of the condition of Scottishness, I have yet to discover it.
But I digress. After a year, what has the Centre for Confidence and Wellbeing Achieved? Well, according to its national report, the centre was mentioned in "at least 22 newspaper articles", which is something. You may have noticed, also, a tangible increase in your own confidence and wellbeing, without ever attributing it to the good works of the centre. Next year, apparently, the charity hopes to have an impact on Scotland's suicide rate, though it is too early to say in which direction.
Facetiousness aside, I have a suggestion which would have an immediate impact on the nation's sense of wellbeing. The political commentator, Mr Tim Luckhurst - whose use of the pages of the Scotsman to upbraid Mr Donald Dewar sent the First First Meenister into a blue funk from which he never recovered - has been busy playing Eeyore in the pages of the Observer. His point is that the Chancellor, Mr Brown, and the First Meenister, Mr McConnell, are rubbish, and that people are - in the words of the new Liberal Democrat MP, Mr Willie Rennie - "fed up with Labour".
This may be so, but it is odd, then, that they were not also fed up with the Liberal Democrats, who share power in Holyrood. The by-election result also suggested that people are fed-up with the Scottish National Party, and with the Conservatives.
In fact, people are just fed up. Whether this is a matter of free will, or a side-effect of the DNA of Scottishness, I am too scunnered to say.
My suggestion for an increase in national wellbeing and confidence? Mr Luckhurst should be strapped to the roof of a kipper lorry and exported to the Tory shires of England, leaving the rest of us to get on with being doomed.


Anonymous said...

I've often wondered about the strange death of Tory Scotland. In the past, Scotland had a strong Tory party but now it seems that even the well-off vote anything but Tory.

It's the same among Scots in England. You can't be authentically Scottish and be a Tory.

Is it because the Conservatives are just "too English"?

Thanks for the link anyway. I've thrown you one back.

Anonymous said...

I recall the Luckhurst Lad from his short tenure lashed to the wildly spinning helm at The Hootsmon newspaper. He seemed an amiable enough cove, though perhaps drank too much black coffee and succumbed to that sydrome which affected so many new newspaper execs, which manifestes in them referring to themselves in the third person as The Editor. This always grates with Scots of the sort Mr Luckhurst seemed not to like, who see any form of title-based self-aggrandisement as uncouth and indeed, the sign of "A Blaw".

Tom Morton said...

Lord Tim of Luckhurst, who in another life was always very nice to me, used to own a Harley Davidson motorcycle. I understand he has now transferred his vehicular loyalties to BMW. I have no idea whether or not this was a political gesture (moving, motorcyclically, from Milwaukee, albeit with Fife connections, to Bavaria; from the V to the horizontally opposed twin) Almost certainly not.

Anonymous said...

How disappointing that TL now drives a BMW. At the Scotsman, he parked a Lada in his executive space, and was rightly proud of the occasion when - on driving past the managing director (an elderly gent, in the habit of wearing pyjamas under his suit) - he wound down the window of his four-wheeled skip to issue a full-volume blast of the Ramones singing Sheena Is A Punk Rocker.

Anonymous said...

I do recall one of The Luckhurst Lad's successors claiming his rapid departure was not the usual "gardening leave" but had been late at night, with TLL last seen haring off down the Royal Mile wearing a dress. Details of cut, fabric and colour were not given.