this isn’t a political broadcast, just a niece who found a hilarious picture of questionable sight-seeing in the run up to the referendum. prompt meet object, essentially.
There’s an EU referendum approaching. It’s brought all sorts out of the woodwork. Then there’s me, an Irish-Germanic Scot, sifting through possessions to part with and I come across this pretty little face I’ve loved since I met it.
I like to imagine this as the moment my aunt thought “So this is Scotland,” after she and my uncle eloped to the Midwest.A lady who left Osaka behind at 16. Who fell for my uncle. Who raised the hackles on a 2nd gen German with WWII still a raw nerve and Vietnam on the horizon, but easily won over with her personality (and free haircuts). And who saw my six-foot plus uncle struggle to fit into the clothes of a Japanese groom (and probably giggled over).
If you ever find yourself wavering over the dangers of immigration/emigration from and to distant cultures, think of it like the picture above: it’ll be weird to begin with, it may never stop being weird, but it can work if you want it to.
P.S. I will say the independence referendum has spoiled future elections, though. Within two years, we’ve had a general election, locals, and now a second referendum. And, if the UK vote out but the majority of Scotland vote to stay in, independence referendum #3 is inbound. Can we just chill for a year?