Call me naive but I didn't think it would play out quite so baldly. And so quickly! But Scotland just got completely and comprehensively banjaxed this week.
It may have escaped most most Scots' attention that we've just been pushed into a wardrobe and someone's locked the door for the next five years. Every amendment our Scottish MPs (excepting the Fun Boy Three) put forward for more powers to be devolved to the Scottish government has been voted down in the House of Commons in the last couple of weeks. Overwhelmingly.
I'm running with the admittedly mawkish wardrobe theme. At the moment we're in amongst the fur coats wondering what the musty smell is and jimmying the lock to see if we can get back out, but the wardrobe we've been pushed into has a back door, not of our own making but inadvertently given to us. It's the way out. I'm ending the wardrobe metaphor at this point because there is no Narnia am I'm not touching the queen thing with a bargepole.
That way out is Scotland going it alone. Note, the back door we've found isn't of our own making but it belongs to the wardrobe we've been shoved into. Yes, the metaphor is back. Seems I'm not finished with it after all. Back then, you know in the mists of time of September last year, we were promised the earth. The near-federalism -as-you-can-get line. The Home-Rule-if-my-name-isn't-Gordon-Brown-The-Artist-Formerly-Known-as-an-MP-of-the-Kingdom-of-Fife line. The we-love-you, we'll give-you-what-you-want-what-you-really-really-want line from Tory Spice. The How-Now-Brown-Vow. Many folk took these promises at their word, having kind of wanted more powers in the first place but a wee bit skittish at independence, which I can genuinely understand if not actually subscribe to, ken.
Like many campaigners I flung myself into writing more words than my university dissertation to Lord Smith when he asked for public submissions. Many of my fellow campaigners shook their heads wearily and politely but clearly were dismissive of the effort. It won't make any difference, they'll do what they want. I carried on anyway with a kind of ye've got to be innit to winnit attitude. I thought we'd get some of what we asked for. I actually thought we'd get most of it. How stupid do I feel? I should have just caught up with all the Coronation Street I recorded but didn't have time to watch throughout indyref instead for all the good it did. Still at least I now know more about the Crown Estates should it ever come up in a pub quiz.
And if I feel like a chump, imagine how the thousands of folk who quietly were disappointed not to have devomax as the third option on the ballot and then were relieved and possibly even delighted when it got offered last minute felt and voted no to get those "best of both worlds"? They must be really upset.
Upset enough to unlock the back door of the wardrobe? (Still not finished with it...it's working for me.)
How long do YOU give it til you hear the hinges creak open?