Exchanging vows with her dream man, Lucy wondered how she deserved such happiness.
"Drop the gun, Lucy," urged the negotiator. "Let the priest go."
It's "Scot Goes Pop Night" over at Wings, as Stew lovingly archives and
annotates *sixty-four* of the finest SGP blogposts of the last six years -
join me on a trip down memory lane as we relive the highs, the lows, the
triumphs, the setbacks, the laughter, the tears, the joy, the despair - and
the renewed hope that Scotland will soon be an independent country
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I very rarely link to Wings posts, but I'm compelled to make an exception
tonight because I'm *profoundly moved by this one*. In order to prove that
he'...
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