Dear Alfie
Once upon a time Scotland was actually alright. Thanks to the Reformation we had a school in every parish. This led to a small place taking a big part in the Enlightenment. Then? The Liberal Arts degree: the man o pairts. Empire sealed the deal...we travelled, we discovered, we settled. We had influence from Canada to Vanuatu.
But now it's a small, dark place blighted by many issues. From collapse of heavy industry to collapse of the education system, end of Empire to huge reliance on the state. And worst of all we have 19th Century Terrorists and Nationalists. This unholy alliance is making me feel a stranger here, God knows what it must be like for you. Young, black, gifted, and yet at the eye of the hurricane. Your crime? You play for us. We are despised by the people who talk, talk, talk. The ludicrous chattering classes : unfunny comedians, shit writers, tuneless musicians, failures, small minded bigots, opinion formers as they're known. They feel that their destiny of leading us all to ruination in Brigadoon is being thwarted only by us. Our club and its evil tentacles...ruining everything.
I can't excuse the racism, hostility, and actual abuse but I hope you know that it's not always like this, and wasn't always like this. I know you will be a star. I also hope you always remember us. But shamefully I can't see you rushing back here too often...its not been a welcome. And for that I'm sorry. It shames us all...
Cheers
Once upon a time Scotland was actually alright. Thanks to the Reformation we had a school in every parish. This led to a small place taking a big part in the Enlightenment. Then? The Liberal Arts degree: the man o pairts. Empire sealed the deal...we travelled, we discovered, we settled. We had influence from Canada to Vanuatu.
But now it's a small, dark place blighted by many issues. From collapse of heavy industry to collapse of the education system, end of Empire to huge reliance on the state. And worst of all we have 19th Century Terrorists and Nationalists. This unholy alliance is making me feel a stranger here, God knows what it must be like for you. Young, black, gifted, and yet at the eye of the hurricane. Your crime? You play for us. We are despised by the people who talk, talk, talk. The ludicrous chattering classes : unfunny comedians, shit writers, tuneless musicians, failures, small minded bigots, opinion formers as they're known. They feel that their destiny of leading us all to ruination in Brigadoon is being thwarted only by us. Our club and its evil tentacles...ruining everything.
I can't excuse the racism, hostility, and actual abuse but I hope you know that it's not always like this, and wasn't always like this. I know you will be a star. I also hope you always remember us. But shamefully I can't see you rushing back here too often...its not been a welcome. And for that I'm sorry. It shames us all...
Cheers