Eck: It's nae problem.
Alastair: But what money are you going to use?
Eck: Is that all you've got to say?
And so on and on for 90 minutes. Much of the time they talked over one another. My attention wandered and I'm afraid I bailed out before the end. If either of them said anything inspirational I missed it.
Conclusion: Nationalism is a busted flush. If either of them had started warbling about flags and Burns and bonnie braes they'd have been laughed off stage. And what is left of nationalism if you take away the romance? Nothing but a squabble about where to site the parliament building and where the money's going to come from. If I were a Scot I might conclude there was some virtue in being ruled by shits in Edinburgh rather than shits in London- but I don't think I'd care very much either way.
