More excitement

Mr Angus calls to tell me to go to Edinburgh.

I reach the office in Stornoway where he instructs me that from now on I will obey “Mr Alex”, except where Mr Angus says otherwise. This is so exciting, having two people to tell me what to do and think.

Kenny, the Press officer, mutters ”Angus is so far up Alex, that it doesn’t matter”, but before I can quiz him further for an explanation, Rhona hits him with a poster tube and he falls silent. On the floor.

Today I go on a plane to Edinburgh. I am getting moist around the gusset with the excitement.

Exciting news

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.