Looking forward to the Olympics? The first time that we’ve hosted it since 1948 and all those tourists are coming here, to our country, to party with us.

How about the Eurovision? Britain’s finest performer singing for us on our combined behalves, showcasing the talent that we hold on these shores and stirring latent patriotic passions that lie deep within.

Or perhaps the Diamond Jubilee? How wonderful that our monarch has ruled over us for so long, a triumph that befits the festooning of local communities’ lampposts with Union Jacks and tea towels, all part of the street parties that I am sure you, yes you, are assiduously planning for next month.

Or maybe you don’t feel a part of any of it.

The Sunday Mail recently had a great story from Glasgow’s North East, an area scarred by deep unemployment. Two undercover journalists took only two days to find (unskilled) paid work in an area that has the highest levels of unemployment in the UK. Separate, but not unrelated to this, Arnold Clark yesterday lamented that 80% of young Scots are unemployable. Jeremy Clarkson likes to joke about lazy, feckless Mexicans, so maybe he should have looked only to the North for his tired gags? Well, I suspect the reasons for such apparent detachment are more complicated than either the Sunday Mail or Jeremy would have it.

We work for many reasons; mostly to pay the bills and improve the quality of our lives, but we also work as part of a national heave, as part of a team to better our society and provide our Government with the funds with which to create the country we wish to live in. Hitler’s Germany had zero unemployment in the run up to World War 2. An extreme example I grant thee, but having something for your country to revolve around gets people out and working.

So, what will the Scottish national heave result in under this coalition Government, after our hard-earned tax receipts are passed over to the Treasury? A reorganisation and part-privatisation of the NHS, another generation of nuclear weapons with the upgrade of Trident, a defence budget that balloons beyond other European nations per capita, a misguided High Speed rail link from London to Birmingham, a £24bn Olympic Games that will see a few football games up in Scotland or a new wave of nuclear power stations scatter over the mainland.

It’s enough to make one take their tie off on a Wednesday morning, sack off work and snuggle into the warm embrace of Jeremy Kyle and Cash in the Attic.

The analogy with the Eurovision Song Contest is nigh on perfect. If, heck, The Proclaimers were taking to the stage on Saturday under a Saltire banner, Scotland would be right behind them willing them onto success. However, this weekend’s British performer will suffer the same fate as Blue, Josh Dubovie, Scooch, Daz Sampson et al; utter indifference north of Gretna. There’s no pride in the badge, no playing for the team and the gap breeds an atrophy that has seeped into Scottish life for countless years.

Politically it is the same story. 16.7% of Scots are represented by a UK Government that they voted for (I’m going to ignore for this post the notion that Scottish Lib Dem voters got the Government that they wanted). For the Scottish Government the equivalent figure is 45%. Much healthier, if still not PR-proof given the parliamentary majority in place at Holyrood. What kind of nation accepts being so poorly represented and being so irrelevant for, at least, every other election?

Scotland is facing the prospect of a lost decade under Tory rule, where the direction that the vast majority of us want to move in is stymied and undermined by an opposite direction of travel by the British Government. Sure, we can wait for a Labour Government to be voted in which will align more closely with a Scottish view of the world, but will such a Government scrap the nuclear power stations that are due to be created, will they cancel Trident, will they sort out the money-sapping privatised trains, will they rebalance income taxes? Not while they have to win over the kingmakers of Middle England at the next election they won’t, and the election after that, and the election after that…

Stronger together, weaker apart the Unionists of various party colours call. Where does that leave us if we’re already apart?

After all, let’s be honest, David Cameron, George Osborne and other future British Prime Ministers represent us just as much as Engelbert Humperdinck will this Saturday.