"So we now go over to the returning officer…and the winner of the Scottish independence referendum…Professor John Curtice of Strathclyde University…"

Who is his agent? His profile was incredible, he was quite literally on everything. I know because so was I, well listening and watching from home, through the night.

At one point he even had a tie on that looked like it had psychedelic algorithms trying to work out trends and polls, or maybe that was just my third coffee. I'd suggest his fee for after-dinners will have gone up tenfold and I love the old eccentric.

It did seem to be going quite well…until the results started coming in.

"Oh Scotland are through…the striker has an open goal…put it in, NOOOOOO he's bottled it…what a miss!!!"

In many ways, it felt like watching a Scotland game. It was like Argentina all over again. Alex Salmond building up our hopes and dreams, only for them to be dashed. With Ally it would be through colossal bad luck, bad refereeing or poor defending.

Ally MacLeod promised to bring back medals, Alex Salmond promised Independence, we got so near yet were so far. What chance would you have against the giants, the big Bs: bankers, billionaires and big business? (As soon as the result was in, RBS released a statement to say they were now staying, it was business as usual, everything was rosy and the world was saved.)

While we're still in reflective mode, poring over the result, it might be a good time to explain how I arrived at my vote. How did I arrive at my decision? The personal journey, what drove me to my destination?

I don't mean the 201 bus, with that psycho driver with the forearms like Popeye and the love/hate DIY Indian ink tattoo from tech drawing classes. No, let's get metaphysical and do some soul-searching. Did I have a political Damascene moment? No.

My narrative began in a high school of 1800 pupils where each day wasn't about education but survival. Aggression and bullying were abundant; creativity and encouragement sparse. You were judged and categorised by the level of bampot of your class-mates; and that was just the girls.

Education for many of my generation was like The Headmaster Ritual by The Smiths. I wanted to be in a band or be a writer. If I told anyone that when I was 14, I would've had my head kicked in. So my vote was based on hope of a better way, believing in justice, fair play and equality.

In terms of the political landscape back then, Thatcher was in power, firemen and bin men were on strike. Green Goddesses were responding to fires while also dealing with rats the size of Dobermann Pincers running the streets. This wasn't a Ken Loach film, this was Airdrie.

We had the miners' strike, the poll tax, then Ravenscraig. But then we had New Labour and Tony Blair and Oasis and Blur and Cool Britannia and the UK (London) was the throbbing metropolis of the world. We had Iraq, the banking crisis, then Conservatives and Labour waited on the Lib Dems to see who would share the conjugal bed.

There's a thread; it's called Westminster. When Cameron, Clegg and Miliband make a vow, I don't believe it. They had most of my adult life to make it work and it doesn't resemble anything like being Better Together.

Clegg's legion of broken promises only serves to strengthen my resolve. Especially when I see him on his radio show. Yes that's ministerial, have a radio show when your union's disintegrating around you. "Where is Nick? We've a Cobra meeting now!" "Eh, yeah he's in the studio."

That's why I voted Yes. For a change from Westminster and hope for the future. It was with all this, mixed with a belief that education should be fairer, and society more just, that I made my choice.

What saddens me, is that when No voters said no to independence they said Yes to the intelligentsia (sarcasm trumpet) like Tory MP Nadine Dorries saying: "Why are we paying them to eat deep-fried Mars bars when we can't even get decent healthcare in this country?"

That thought process is shared by many. She is not alone. When you were asked to be brave, you meekly surrendered with a No vote.

We had a chance to sever cultural links with James Corden, Gary Barlow, Simon Cowell, David Beckham, Eddie Izzard, Bob Geldof and Michelle Mone. An opportunity to dismantle Trident and disengage with Reid, Darling, Carmichael, Nigel Farage and Gordon Brown, but you hid behind your No vote.

Maybe you were seduced by the thought of the sadness of those well intentioned crowds in Trafalgar Square pleading let's stay together when the real voices are one of bitterness and anger?

The ordinary English people in the vox pops were horrible towards Scotland. Tory backbenchers are rebelling as we speak and, by 8.20am this morning, Farage was saying he wouldn't be part of any promises to give Jocks anything.

Just a brief mention of the relentless tactic used by Better Together in the last few days of campaigning to claim the Yes side were guilty of focusing on intimidation. It clearly worked, as they won.

Wasn't it ironic that the three most vociferous complaints over intimidation came from John Reid, Alistair Carmichael and Alistair Campbell? First up; Tony Blair's former Rottweiler, John Reid. One of the biggest and most infamous and loathed bullies in the last thirty years of modern politics. Reid talking about bullying and intimidation is like Hitler saying Mussolini was a bit too fascistic.

Secondly, I've been on the periphery of Alistair Carmichael's company on a number of occasions. When I saw him almost crying on TV about the bullying and intimidation going on from the Yes side I thought I was having a dizzy turn and had OD'd on political irony pills.

What? This former chief whip and bruiser normally revels in this atmosphere, takes no prisoners and is one of the most controlling, unrelenting politicians I've seen in action, and that's just with waiters. He wasn't brought in to replace Michael Moore because he could bake a lemon drizzle cake.

Third up, enter a certain Alistair Campbell on Newsnight. The defence rests. To add insult to injury, when they spoke of bullying and haranguing, they used the same clip all day, it was of Ed Miliband being engulfed at Edinburgh Airport…by journalists and cameraman!