It was another veritable feast of a political week: a selection box, all chocolate, no Spangles, full of surprises, twist and turns. Here are some highlights…

Sunday, reading the papers with a coffee, TV on in background…most accurate quote of the week came from a former Labour adviser who eloquently summed up the Better Together problem on Sky News, saying the strategy was wrong. Instead of focusing on the real message of being better together the political argument was about how they were worse apart. Why wasn't she on board?

Monday and Tuesday saw the Yes campaign galvanise. They were now ahead, for a while. I started formulating a wonderful piece comparing Shangri La to Shang-a-Lang.

Shangri-La is a place in a novel called Lost Horizon by James Hilton, a mystical, harmonious valley, an earthly paradise, a permanently happy land, isolated from the outside world. The inhabitants are almost immortal, living years beyond the normal lifespan.

Shang-a-Lang is a great song by The Bay City Rollers which even in the 1970s seemed an outdated tartan clichéd vision of Scotland, one we've spent three decades trying to shake off.

I binned that because Wednesday became one of those exceptional days. It started with Radio 4 on the digital radio, Radio Five Live on an older radio, Sky News on my phone and BBC News on the computer. The pace and momentum moved quickly all day.

John Major claimed on the Today Programme that Labour and the SNP "have fed a divisive narrative that has bitten deep". Major seemed to make every word count, seemingly capturing thousands of undecided voters for Yes.

Then the party leaders came bearing gifts. They didn't intend to, they just have a habit of epic own political goals. As Cameron, Clegg and Miliband split up for Edinburgh, Selkirk and Cumbernauld respectively, the release of the economic horror stories filtered out with perfect synchronicity.

Miliband (he of the ubiquitous stranger anecdote), his rhetoric included Nazis, slavery and Marxism. Oh and of course, the ubiquitous anecdote about the random person he happened to bump into.

Reporting Scotland have clearly forgotten the impartiality rule book and even stopped pretending to be unbiased. Jackie Bird spoke to the country's First Minister as if he had been sent to the headmistress for spraying Vote Yes in the school lavvies. The tone and approach was both irate and indignant. The FM would be forgiven for thinking he was facing his wife after a late night ended with him being sick over the toilet seat.

Dave Cameron spoke to his selected audience, begging with Scotland to stay. Hard to determine whether he was more heartbroken at the prospect of being responsible for the break-up of a 300 year-old union and his epitaph would be the man who blew the UK apart, or losing his job next Friday. Cameron was a broken man crying and effing and blinding, by evening his side weren't really releasing market sensitive information about RBS and by Thursday in Downing Street he was strong-arming supermarket chiefs to threat to raise prices in the event of a Yes vote.

DC Speaks from the heart…'It's OK for you peasants. This is my job we're talking about.'

Former Deputy Prime Minister John Prescott hit out at being named runner-up in World Gurning Championships.

Prescott jumped off the special bus in Glasgow with much meaning and purpose. Some thought it was the sighting of the final supermoon of 2014 but it turned to be Prescott's head blocking out the light.

The love bombing continued on Thursday: the BBC, Westminster Government and the FTSE colluding to do their best to save their union. Thursday saw Salmond put Nick Robinson in his place, oh and did I mention the love bombing?

While being mesmerised in Buchannan Street by a train full of Labour MPs (who paid for that?) as bra straps were unclipped with one hand, the other was performing magic, pressing the levers of power and drip-feeding statement after statement of impending disaster from every major blue chip company.

Friday we woke to a great punchline story: news of Nigel Farage coming to Glasgow. Let's not go there, Farage pleading for the union not to be broken up, thereby saving his party millions in rebranding their stationery alone.

But let's backtrack to how the Three Amigos prepared for their northwards sojourn.

SCENE: London, three middle-aged men in suits nervously chat on a journey. They look like managers of a car dealership, untrustworthy.

CAMERON: Oh well, lambs to the effin' slaughter.

MILIBLAND: Speak for yourself. I'm glad of the day off. What's the agenda?

CLEGG: Promises, loads of promises.

MILIBAND: Yes but you don't keep yours…

CLEGG: Who cares, let's get in, get out; don't linger.

MILIBAND: You know, I met someone the other day, a grandfather at the bus stop.

CAMERON: No you effin' didn't.

CLEGG: Yeah you always say that…I met a pensioner in Manchester…He said…

MILIBAND: Wait a minute! Look at the itinerary. You get a tightly controlled handpicked audience in a closed shop in Scottish Widows? He gets pensioners in the Borders and I get a hall in Cumbernauld…Where's that?

CLEGG: They did Gregory's Girl there…that film with the gormless guy…

CAMERON: (Phone Beeps) Text…we're ahead in the latest poll; it's neck and neck.

CLEGG: Have you seen Gordon Brown's neck recently? It's gone.

MILIBAND: Oh look crackers and cheese.

CAMERON: Result.

CLEGG: What? We can turn back home? I've my radio show…

CAMERON: No, result, crackers and cheese…(Phone rings)

MILIBAND: You should turn that off.

CAMERON: I can't. I need to take this 'Yes uh, hello uggghh yes, yes, I will be tough…No I won't be weedy…I will try not to be soft…Yes, I hope to keep the union intact…Sorry, I will save the union…Bye bye…'

MILIBAND: Was that the Queen?

CAMERON: No, Boris. I'm getting strange messages, some sort of bidding war chaps, for Friday, September 19th…

CLEGG: Excellent. We'll need money in the coiffures for devo max.

MILIBAND: For the big victory announcement?

CAMERON: No for my live execution...

As we hit the crucial last six days, here's an alternative referendum glossary:

Barnett Formula: Serum used to make Cameron's thinning and grey hair look lustrous and dark.

West Lothian Question: not a British constitutional anomaly but 'are you a Weegie bastard or what?'

Crisis What Crisis?: Denying all signs of a stramash and a stooshie.

Elephant in the room: a huge orange elephant in a sash adroitly playing a flute and still politicians dare not speak.

Devo max: devolving of powers to an American rock band from Kent and Akron, Ohio, turned up really loud.

Plan B: a cunning strategy to mesmerise and confuse, the first rule of plan B is not to mention plan B (you don't have one).

Devolved measures: fifth gills of vodka

Family of Nations: dysfunctional, no one speaks to each other, everyone's fighting, no one respects the other's opinion or politics, leads to begging rhetoric from historical abuser.

More powers for the Scottish Parliament: A Greggs franchise in the foyer.

Caramel Logrolling: (more American) that's trading votes for a popular biscuit in a bill you don't care about for one you do.

Lender of last resort: Big Davie, tell him Shug sent you, building behind the cheque centre.

Union leaders speaking to Scotland: epic failure of self mutilation.

Won't Get Fooled Again: a random song by The Who.

Good luck and whatever your politics, remember peace and friendship are the greatest prize.