In an age when the cult of youth has never mattered more or swept more away, I remain an unrepentant and unfashionable believer in the wisdom of grannies. I struggle to think of any of the simple truths my grandmother taught me which don’t hold true today. John Swinney appears to be a man rather careless of well-established truths.
Here’s some he could have learned from my grandmother Suzanna: if there’s no need to speak, shut up; and never pick a fight unnecessarily, but once you’re in one don't quit. Swinney appears more attuned to our age of idiocy. Not for him, the wisdom of grannies.
He’s walked into a fine trap of his own making. He fashioned the snare, laid it upon the ground, and clod-hopped into it, hoisting himself into the air to dangle there like, well, an ass, frankly. There’s no subtler way to put it.
Swinney has got himself into an awkward war of words with Donald Trump. That’s not the smartest move in the world , particularly if you then have to eat a tasty dish of humble pie because your mouth took you too far. Read more by Neil Mackay So how many concentration camps will you need, Mr President? Why Scotland will not be immune from a Trump presidency Stephen Flynn, the SNP’s Macbeth: a man of rank ambition unfit to lead It’s a sorry tale, for which much patient endurance is needed, but here’s how it unfolds.
It began when Trump spoke on a podcast - or rather Trump was moving his lips and words came out. To call that "speaking’" given the.