One of the great attractions of Dundee for me is the fact that even though I live thirty five miles away I can always be sure to run into someone I know. Like this afternoon. I went to down to attend a public rally against the Scottish Defence League neo-nazis who had been threatening to march through the City. When I got there it was pretty well a damp squib. The nazis had cancelled their march a couple of days before and no-one had got round to telling the cops that the counter-march from our side had similarly been cancelled. With a result the the city centre was crawling with cops and a handful of anti-fascists who had come to join a static rally which in the hinder end didn’t happen. Undeterred I had a quick blether with some acquaintances and turned about to have a wander round Dundee’s historic toon centre when who did I meet but some friends from Banchory. We exchanged news on the continuing Yes campaigns in our respective areas and headed off on o...
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