Now, devoid of any ideas of its own, and searching frantically for the next big idea, Labour unleashed its worst spin of the year by mailing postage paid postcards to millions across Scotland asking for ideas for its next leaflet of lies (i.e. Scottish election labour manifesto)

This is what the Scots have become, a back of the stained beer mat people hanging onto the forlorn hope their drunken daddies in Holyrood and Westminster have something better to offer one day than beating them mentally into submission and compliance as a good little colony.