Oh, dear. A lot of people must be feeling very sad today.
I went to Westfield in Stratfield tonight (I know, I know, it's one of the circles of hell but it is very easy to get to after work) to buy a birthday present for one of my littlest nieces.
I popped into Waitrose to get a few bits and pieces. Traybake had invited himself up to either celebrate or throw things at the TV. He had suggested I get some Irn Bru in. This was intended to be funny. I decided the best Scottish treat was, as always, Tunnock Teacakes. I was disappointed though because the shelf where they should have been was empty.
I guess lots of people had had a Scottish themed night last night and they had gorged themselves on porridge oats, teacakes and lashings of malt whisky. I'm not sure if Waitrose had sold out of whisky and porridge but they didn't have any teacakes. I had to make a poor substitution of caramel wafers which are nice enough but not a patch on the teacakes.
Apparantly tonight in St George Square in Glasgow they were burning saltires and singing the Sash. It's a shame that Unionists are such knobs.
Having made all the effort to get TB something authentically Scottish he ended up arriving holding a large glass of red wine which he claimed didn't go with wafer biscuits.