After a few years working in the financial sector, I jumped the fence and now work as a political researcher.
After a spell as Head of Campaigns at SNP HQ, I worked in the Scottish Parliament as a researcher. I then spent a year in Westminster before returning to Scotland. I now live and work in Aberdeenshire.
When not working, I play the fiddle (when it suits) in various ceilidh bands, and write for the 'Scots Independent' Newspaper and website.
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"What's Left?"
GB: "I'm sorry, Wendy, but you'll have to sit over there - I don't want the stench of failure on me."
WA: "That's all right, Prime Minister, neither do I!"
You'll sit between us and behave Gordon till you stop telling lies about wee Wendy.
Gordon's nurses stay alert as Wendy's minder stays discreetly in the background.
Gordon frets his ineligibility for the hat-wearer's gallery is about to be betrayed.
"I am entirely confident in very much a real sense of I will be completely exonerated of knowledge of camera bombs - press the button, Jeeves."
"Sorry, Gordon, these seats are reserved for my friends in the Scottish Labour party.
They must be running late..."
"There'll be no more snot gobbling from you young fellow mi lad" aunt Eunice and aunt Gertrude whispered urgently.
Gordon Brown sits between his two psychiatric nurses in case he tries to throttle himself with his tie again
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