Sitting in the car
waiting for the ferry to Ardrossan we saw a bloke in a blue cagoule who looked just
like John Swinney.
Surely not.
What would Scotland's Deputy First Minister and Cabinet Secretary for
Finance, Constitution and Economy be doing in Broddick? On a Thursday? Weren’t there affairs of state to be
dealt with? And what was a man of his stature doing waiting for the MV Caledonian
Isles with us half-term, half-arsed holiday makers? Shouldn’t he be safely stowed in a motorcade of long black
sedans with fluttering flags, before being whisked aboard a private jet by a
possy of heavily armed men in black suits and sunglasses?
Never one to pass
up on a celebrity encounter I got out of the car and walked casually towards
him. There was no one else walking on the pier, so no natural cover to
camouflage my approach.
Accordingly I took a wide sweep of his left flank, hoping to catch a
glimpse under his hood without raising suspicion.
