Articles by Wee Jack
Some smart Alex once said that Scotland will only be free when the last minister of the Kirk is strangled with the last copy of The Sunday Post. Now, thanks to Jack Topaz McConnell, that has all changed. Now they say that Scotland will only be free when the First Minister is strangled. Wee Jack, however, is much more than mere politician. Unknown to many of his countrymen, he is also poet and tragedian. For better and for verse. Much, much verse. Here, in a style owing much to lauded predecessors such as Burns, McGonagall and Dalglish, is the secret poetry of Jack Topaz McConnell.
Ode to the release on compassionate grounds of convicted Lockerbie bomber Abdelbaset el-Megrahi by Scots Justice Secretary Kenny MacAskill
An epistle to the bewitching Ms Nicola Stephen
An ode on the sad and perturbing occasion of the Scottish parliamentary election fiasco of May 2007
On the occasion of the Scottish parliamentary elections of 2007, a time of purdah and purgatory
On the occasion of Mr Tommy Sheridan announcing that he may form a new socialist party after infighting among the members of the SSP prompted by salacious and unfounded tales of his private life. Mr Sheridan has been found by a court of law to be not guilty of random and wanton shagging. These are (not really) his words.
On the sad occasion of the death of one of Scotland’s favourite sons, the much-loved mountaineer, author and broadcaster Tom Weir
On the undignified occasion of the court case involving Thomas Sheridan and the News of the World.
An ode to our friends and European neighbours Portugal. Not for any particular reason, you understand. Just because they are great.
On the occasion of tennis superstar Andy Murray upsetting the sensibilities of the English nation by saying he’d not support their bid for World Cup glory
On the occasion of the 2006 World Cup and in the wake of ‘controversy’ over my declaration of support for Trinidad and Tobago
