A friend writes, There was a touch of autumn melancholy perhaps in what one Yes supporter said to me today.She said Its been such a beautiful time these last few weeks. Everybodys been smiling and laughing more than I can remember. And this gorgeous weather week in week out. It feels like somewhere else. This doesnt seem like Scotland. Its been so relaxing. Feeling like were getting somewhere. Like we really CAN make a difference! But I am so, so afraid that it could all end tomorrow. A few idiots tear down No signs, get folks backs up, we lose support then Bang! Game over! Folk retreat into their shells, knuckle under for more hard times under Cameron. I couldnt face that. It would break my heart... I felt so sad that I had to interrupt her,; But all the friends you made and the fun you had, thatd stay with you... But Im just saying how it feels right now. I cant go back to how it was. To how I was. I cant entertain the idea of a No vote. Weve got one chance and weve got to get it right. At which point, I thought shed been watching too many Hollywood teen movies but reflected on the fullness of her emotional response which I as an old fart can understand but can no longer match. I believe in holding something back. The vote may well go against us because Im well mindful of the black ops/dirty tricks of the British state. And we need to be prepared, I believe, for a struggle towards a second referendum in five or ten years time. It made me think on what I had lost and what I had gained with age. That she could invest 100% of her passion on the outcome of the vote seemed to me both wondrous and foolish. Perhaps that I could see beyond Friday seemed to her both pragmatic and spectacularly anal. So here we go into the vote with head and heart warring but soul intact...
Posted on: Mon, 15 Sep 2014 17:33:10 +0000
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