The wind is the sails of Britain's two big single-issue political campaigns: the Yes to Scottish independence campaign is closing the gap on No with l...
I shall send you a copy of my Bruges speech but in the meantime perhaps I can help you with some of your questions. The purpose of the address is to articulate the constructive role an independent Scotland could play in the Europe Union. This contrasts of course with the renegotiation and in-out referendum favoured by your party, leading to the inevitable conclusion that the real threat to Scotland's position comes from the anti-European streak which now dominates your approach to politics.
The Admirals would be better employed to argue that issue and the dwindling Navy fleet as a whole rather than engage in counter-productive political sorties. The latter are becoming a bad habit in London: the more it catches on the narrower the gap between No and Yes in the opinion polls pre-September 18.
Despite the fact that there has only ever been one Conservative MP in Scotland since 1992, Scotland has found itself subject to the policies of one of the most extreme Conservative governments in history - one that has sold-off the Royal Mail, fast tracked the privatisation of the NHS and introduced record cuts and reforms to the welfare state...
As we approach the Easter weekend and the most significant time in the Christian calendar, my thoughts have been divided between David Cameron proclaiming to all his Christian faith and the matter of Scots Independence.
I am being invited by an increasingly bitter and intolerant Yes campaign for Scottish independence to cast a vote on September 18 that will separate working people in Scotland from working people in Liverpool and every other town and city in England and Wales, and instead express an affinity with any number of rich and affluent Scots on the basis of nothing more than the fact I happen to live in the same part of this island as them.
Thus far the 'No' campaign has been rather more Jeremy Kyle than Made in Chelsea. It has been so shamelessly threatening that at times I have wondered if it is part of a covert plot to drive Scotland away. As we have got closer to the September vote, the arguments against independence have got more desperate and apocalyptic.
To my friends, family and foe it's no secret that I'm banging the drum for Independence and praying for a YES vote in just under 157 days, but one thing that needs to be said is that I am not an SNP supporter...
For me, it's shoes. High heels that are precious to me, sartorially speaking. They are so special; they make you feel different! Beautiful heels are fun and exciting and romantic - it's the Cinderella effect, I suppose.
With so many separate points of uncertainty surrounding the concept of an independent Scotland, it is incredibly difficult to picture what it might look like should the nation vote 'Yes' on 18th September.
But I hear you cry "Scotland was an independent nation for centuries between around 843 and 1707, and Venice was an independent state from around the seventh century right up 1797, whereas London has pretty much been at the heart of England since its foundation!"
In his beautiful memoir of his late father Blake Morrison asks the question, 'and when did you last see your father?'... Similarly I ask myself when was it I stopped believing I was British? Because believe me it's been a while since I felt that way.
Now before we start let's get this straight: I'm no foreign affairs expert. I'm an interested observer with nothing more than an opinion to wield. But it seems to me that Russia has done a fantastic job of persuading us that Crimea is more of a management buy-out than a hostile takeover; which is probably one of the reasons why we're not, as we speak, at war with Russia.
'Britain' is increasingly evaporating as a concept. It's no longer a set of coherent ideals inhabited by tangible institutions and characters. Instead it's become more of a marketing device filled with vapid catch-all phrases.
Ever met a nice Scotsman? Me neither. I mean Armando Iannucci, Lou Macari and Wattie out of Exploited (get well soon) seem okay, though I wouldn't want to live next door to any of them, but the rest? Buckfast-slurping, sheep-stomach-scoffing, heart-attack-having, currency-stealing cry-babies.
If there's one certainty about the Six Nations it is that the emotional journey of Scottish fans will swing between despair and ecstasy and Scotland's 51-3 defeat to Wales last Saturday brought the curtain down on another campaign which ran the usual gambit of emotions...