Mr MacNeil phoned me tonight to tell me I might have been ‘elected’ as a MSP. I thought he was phoning to sack me, so I was very relieved.
I got out of my Power Ranger pyjamas, dressed and into the car and drove to Stornoway.
Mr MacNeil was right – as always, he is so clever and wise – and tells me what to say, as Albert Morrison gracefully selects me to replace him.
Mr MacNeil tells me that I am a success, and as a mark of this I no longer have to call him “Mr MacNeil”, but instead I am allowed to call him “Mr Angus”. I am so pleased that my status has gone up so rapidly. I have another cup of Horlicks to celebrate and go to bed.
