IsAC old lags may well be aware that my gorgeous wife hails from north of the border, and I think it’s fair to say that she’s not at all pleased with certain developments taking place in the land of her fathers.
Just before Christmas, Nicola von Rottweiler railroaded the SNP’s Gender Recognition Bill through Holyrood, a state of affairs which reduced my beloved to a state of incoherent rage; ‘they’re spitting in women’s faces, the bastards’ etc.
Now earlier today, she was once again foaming at the mouth to learn that a school in Inverness has issued an ‘ethnicity and diversity’ survey to pupils aged between five and twelve, asking, among other things, whether they identify as gay or transgender.
‘Christ on a moped!’ she raged. ‘What in the name o’ the wee man are they thinking of? How can kids that age have an informed opinion on such things?. I bet this was the idea of some fanny with a Diploma in Gender Studies from Brighton University. If my kid was at that school, I’d tar and feather the wanker’ etc etc.
Speaking from my own experience, I find it hard to disagree. At five, I could barely decide on what I wanted for breakfast or wipe my own arse. At twelve, I was struggling to cope with the consequences of brutally excessive onanism, occasioned by the discovery of my dad’s stash of ‘Parade’ magazines on the top shelf of a cupboard.
Anyway, my little flower is currently in the kitchen making the tea, and I can tell from the clattering and banging, not to mention the cussing, that she’s still madder than a wasp in a jam jar.
I’ll have to come up with a distraction later to try and take her mind off the subject. Mmm… now where did I put my latex posing pouch…?
Nominated by: Ron Knee



