A sober man...

... looks at the thistle.

Well: a couple of beers with the football, but sober enough.

A bonny floo'er. Nemo me impune lacessit, an siclike blethers.
Thrawn. Deep rootit. Jaggy.
75 dawns, then we'll see what we're made of.
Bonny Fechters, or Fearties?
Gallus, or Blate?
Part of Europe, part of the World, or dragged out by those who see the North Sea as a moat, not a highway?
A chance to triumph and make stupid mistakes for ourselves (and there will be plenty of the latter!), or to stay disregarded by the City of London and their minions?

Happy Independence Day to all my US friends!