I am genuinely worried

Lots of my poetry and arty chums are passionately pro-independence. The basic concepts of freedom and change are noble, attractive, seductive, and it can be tempting to see ourselves as following directly from Robert Burns in his more idealistic moments, as if the intervening centuries had not occurred. However, as Burns himself noted, the best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley — and the Scottish Government’s plans for negotiating a post-Yes settlement do not seem to me to be particularly well-laid. I know of other poets who have been keeping their heads down for fear, ironically, of being branded “scaremongering” for raising genuine concerns. The following poem (recorded last night at Sammy Dow’s) — which is probably not my best work and certainly not my shortest — is a small attempt to balance the argument. (Please excuse the audio; I have provided CC/subtitles should you wish to activate them.)


I have succumbed to peer pressure (from my fellow Liberal Democrat, former MSP for Glasgow Robert Brown CBE) to take the #IceBucketChallenge to raise funds for Macmillan cancer support. I have now extended the pyramid of moderate pain to three friends, only one of whom I know through politics. Not all my media on this website will feature me in my underwear, I promise.