There’s a problem in Scottish media that goes beyond perceived or actual bias on constitutional or political issues and that is what’s been dubbed ‘succulent lamb’ journalism. …

Whether it was Isabel Oakeshott being given a platform by the BBC to explain how she ‘doesn’t believe in strikes’ or Stephen Kinnock explaining how Labour would support sending in troops to break striking workers, we seem to have entered a new era of vile media complicity with Britain’s unmuzzled…

Over the coming weeks over the holiday period we’ve commissioned a series of writers and activists to reflect on where we are and review not just the year but the space we find ourselves in. This is the first of a series reflecting on the State We’re In. As we…

For long enough — 1982, 1986, 1990, 1994, 1998, oh how they trip off the tongue — I have comforted myself with the notion that my sense of defeat about football is entirely in keeping with my nation’s performance on the field. But I am getting older now, and Scotland…

As the Troll from Trondheim brings some unheard-of seasonality to December, the year ends with a new surge of weirdness. Whether it’s the spectacle of the Tories championing new coal in 2022; or the Reichsbürger movement: the German conspiracy theorists who make America’s QAnon look like level-headed moderates; or the…

This really wasn’t supposed to happen. After the Supreme Court ruling the blizzard of self-congratulatory editorial and op-ed flooding from the desks of the scribes that faithfully perform their roles for the Union was remarkable. Then came the change of leadership for the SNP group at Westminster and again the…

I am not prone to despair. In fact, the overwhelming, and to be frank ridiculous characteristic I suffer from is an overbearing optimism. If you did one of those old-school word doodles of my writing it would doubtless be filled with ‘hope’ ‘vision’ ‘imagination’ and other mildly embarrassing manifestations of…

I used to write a lot about nostalgia. You probably preferred the earlier stuff. But now, as we look across at the unspooling shambles in Sharm el-Sheikh, our sense of disorientation, our inability to be either ‘in the moment’, cognisant of the past, or able to discern the outline of…

Language is power, and powerlessness. The best fightback is to use it with glee, celebrate and play with it. I am in the Anatomy Room as writers dissect their mother tongues (Welsh and Scots), sometimes in English. The current Makar, Kathleen Jamie is joined by the previous Bardd Cenedlaethol Cymru…