GEORGE ROBERTSON, the Labour MP, was accosted as he entered a
newsagent's in his home town of Dunblane. Would he sign a petition,
asked the newsagent, against the Government's plan to extend VAT to
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newspapers, magazines, and books?
A worthy cause, said George, duly signing. Mind you, I don't think the
Government will be daft enough to carry out their threat, said the
newsagent. He might well know better than the rest of us, for the
newsagent in question is none other than Keith Harding, leader of the
Tory administration on Stirling District Council.
Connolly's a cracker
BILLY CONNOLLY makes a fine acting debut in the BBC television film
Down Among the Big Boys, coming to a TV screen in your living room next
month. Yes, we hear you say that he has appeared in many films, TV
shows, and plays. But in those he tended just to be the Big Yin doing a
In this role as a Glasgow ''businessman'' whose real business is
safe-blowing and general thievery, Connolly is totally convincing; at
once lovable and menacing. So menacing that you can imagine him getting
into character by pretending he has just been approached for a quote by
a Scottish tabloid journalist.
Connolly's task in the movie is made easy by a gem of a script from
Peter McDougall. McDougall made his name with grittily realistic films
studded with rivets of hard West of Scotland humour.
Down Among the Big Boys has an edge but is suffused with rich, warm
humour. It is a caper movie, a thriller, but most of all a well-observed
comedy. We will not preview the jokes in case Mr McDougall sets some of
his heavies upon the Diary.
Peter even managed to involve an Orange band from Greenock in the
scene where Connolly and Co. are blowing various strongboxes in a bank.
The noise of the big drums conceal the explosions. ''Oh great,'' says a
detective, ''all we've got to do now is interview 80,000 Orangemen and
ask if they saw or heard anything suspicious''.
Maggie Bell is magnificent as Connolly's karaoke-singing missus,
particularly with her rendition on Sailor, Stop Your Roving. In short,
we quite liked Down Among the Big Boys.
Away the Arses
THE football round-up in the Independent on Sunday newspaper referred
to Dunfermline Athletic as the Duns. Following this new rule for club
nicknames Scottish premier league leaders Motherwell become the Moths.
Dumbarton will be cheered on as the Dums. The Hamilton Accies as the
Hams. Partick Thistle as the Pars. Rangers also as the Rans. Montrose as
the Mons. Stirling Albion as the Stirs.
English football grounds will echo to such chants as Come on the Arses
(for Arsenal); the Bras (Bradford); the Fuls (Fulham); the Rots
(Rotherham); the Wigs (Wigan); and the Wrex (Wrexham). But what about
poor old Scunthorpe?
THE Name Game: Inveraray's leading purveyor of venison is one J. F.
DEEPLY Philosophical Question: Who developed the back of the hand as a
memory aid? (Basil Savage, Edinburgh)
A time to despair
CONFUSION reigns over the title of the Tommy Sheridan book that
Polygon will publish in November. In Polygon's autumn catalogue, the
Scottish Militant Labour's anti-poll tax memoir is called A Time to
Reach. In Polygon's advertisement in the New Books from Scotland
brochure, the book is called Here Come the Weak.
So which title is correct? Neither, actually. The oeuvre from the
charismatic Glasgow city councillor will be called A Time to Rage.
The working title was Here Come the Weak, from a song by Michael
Marra, but Sheridan and co-writer, journalist Joan McAlpine, thought the
oppressed working classes might not like being called weak.
A Time to Rage is a phrase from a poem contained in the 1992 Scotia
Bar literary anthology and written by one Anne Narky (a nom de plume,
perhaps). However, when Tommy Sheridan telephoned Polygon and left
details of the new title on their answering machine, there was some
confusion between his strong Glasgow accent and their Edinburgh ears. A
Time to Rage became A Time to Reach.
Alex's pairtie trick is unthirldom or bust
ONE of the highlights of the political year is Alex Salmond's message
in Scots in the annual conference handbook of the Scottish National
Party. Sorry, the Scottis National Pairtie.
In his message Alex tells what the pairtie has been up tae ''i the
time sin the walin''. Walin, appropriately enough, is the Scots word for
A new one on the Diary is unthirldom, the Scots word for independence.
As in ''wi the wecht siccar on Unthirldom as the gait ti pittan richt aa
the hairm an wrangs that Government frae Westminster haes gart Scotland
dree''. Or ''with the emphasis firmly on independence as the catalyst
for changing the economic, social, and environmental damage that
Westminster government has brought to Scotland''. These include the
Braer mishanter (disaster), the swick (betrayal) of Rosyth, and ''the
ettle tae fause-bounder'' (the attempt to gerrymander) our councils.
So when the SNP convenes at Dunoon next month the motto is Onward to
Unthirldom. And more specifically ''unthirldom ben Europe''.