In the 17 years since a Nationalist party was installed as decision makers in my country, I have made my peace with the fact that, for many of my compatriots, the dream will never die.
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Her tone wavered, her voice softened, she grew quieter. She had tried, she said, to be the best First Minister she could be. It s for others to judge the extent to which I succeeded .
There was a moment in the depths of Covid insanity, where a certain subset of liberal opinion hailed Nicola Sturgeon as a saviour. Compared to nasty bad Boris, St Nicola was a beacon of hope and good sense. Now – with all the grim predictability of rain in Edinburgh in January – we’ve ended up here, with the one-time Covid messiah facing a rash of awkward questions. Outside the conference suite, an epic storm provided a fittingly ominous backdrop. Birnam Wood was en route to Dunsinane.