The poor old folk at the Guardian seem to be scraping the barrel in some desperation this week, to the point where they felt obliged to give me a prize for a this rather under-baked offering.
And my glittering prize is to be.... a copy of Susan Bain's Holyrood: the Inside Story.
Ah well, what goes around, comes around.
(A saying which reminds me, vaguely, of the presumably Yorkshire-ish expression 'you don't get owt for nowt' - which is largely true, unless you are an English batsman.)
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