Salmond entrances conference with new policy directions, six-gun display

Alex Salmond yesterday set the SNP the ambitious target of winning more than a third of Scotland's seats at the next general election, saying he wanted to make Westminster "dance to a Scottish jig"
The Scotsman, 21st April 2008

SNP party leader Alex Salmond capitivated delegates to the party's spring conference this week with a whole new raft of policy announcements and a bravura demonstration of his skill with a brace of .45 Colt Peacemakers.

After announcing that the SNP would hold the balance of power at Westminster following the next UK elections, Mr Salmond demonstrated the mechanism by which "Westminster would dance to a Scottish jig."

With finance minister John Swinney gamely taking on the role of "Westminster" by dressing up in cardboard boxes that looked a bit like the Houses of Parliament, Mr Salmond then drew his six-guns and fired a fusillade of rounds close to Mr Swinney's feet, all the while instructing Mr Swinney to "Dance! Purty boy, dance!" Mr Swinney wisely moved his feet in a pas de basque motion to avoid the .45 bullets ploughing into his nice new brogues.

While some of the saloon girls present considered Mr Salmond's actions somewhat cruel and ill-advised it is thought unlikely that any legal action will follow, since Salmond ally Nicola Sturgeon is the Deputy.

Elsewhere, Mr Salmond rejected accusations put to him on a BBC show that he was "smug".

Well, fuck me. Who'd have thought he would have done that?



"Dance! Purty boy, dance!" etc
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Inside: Carbon-dated Western saloon gag:

Roy Rogers goes into his local saloon and instead of his customary sasparilla commands the barkeep to serve him redeye and lots of it.
The barkeep, surprised at this request from the normally abstemious Roy enquires as to the reason for the change in behaviour. Says Roy: "I got back to the homestead this morning to find my wife raped and kilt and the young 'uns taken by a band of Apaches. After this whiskey I'm going to saddle up Trigger and hunt them down."
Taken aback the barkeep says nothing until Roy finishes his whiskey and makes to leave the saloon, at which point the barkeep, recovered somewhat, enquires of the emotionally shell-shocked cowboy "Haw, Roy! Any chance of a song before ye go?"

April 2008

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