Personal Astrologer to the Great , the Good... Kezia Dugdale and other assorted nonentities

Some say that predicting the future is an art yet others say that it is merely science, melded to unnatural ends.

To that Mystic Mons Megs says “Pshaw!” “Fie!” and even “Fiddlestickes” (archaic spelling), for the great seers rely on sources yet more dark, mysterious and eldritch, that are only spoken of in whispers by those that do not fear opprobrium or social death.

I am of course referring to the opinions of John McTernan and Blair McDougall, whose poll-defying powers of prediction, especially with regard to the fortunes of the Labour party are practically legendary. Sirs, I salute you, particularly your indefatigability.

On finding your way

That’s the North Star... If you see it, You’ll never get lost

What if you get lost in the Daytime?...

? ©Rapallini 2015 for iScot August 2015 95