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England, Wales and Northern Ireland do not have to join the Euro either

The media is having another kick-around of the old idea that Scotland, if independent, would be required under EU rules to join the Euro. As the Commission’s website confirms, the only EU members with an opt-out are Denmark and the United Kingdom. Even Sweden must join, in theory, when the time is right, and they’re probably not yearning to do so at the moment.

Any other existing EU members not in the Euro have to join ERM II and fulfil convergence criteria, which presumably right now means “is your economy nosediving and are your bonds not selling very well?” Sweden appears to have avoided this risk by deciding not even to join ERM II yet. This neat trick means they are not officially beginning to converge with the Eurozone, so can stay out. In practice it appears that new members could probably pull off the same trick, akin to Gordon Brown’s famous five tests, but despite reading the whole of the Maastricht and Amsterdam Treaties over the weekend, I’m really no clearer about that.

But that may not matter. So we’ll start again.

The argument is this: an independent Scotland would be either be outside the EU, shivering in the cold, or we’d be a new member, obligated to join the Euro just as putative future EU member states like Croatia would have to. But assume the referendum results in independence – why would Scotland have a formally different status to “England, Wales and Northern Ireland”? Let’s do a few implausible thought exercises.

Perhaps it’s because it would be Scotland’s decision to “leave”. Is it down to who takes the decisive step? Imagine the Clarksonite argument that the Scots are a drain on the exchequer triumphed at Westminster, and Dave decided to cut us off, metaphorically. Would we be forced into the Euro in those circumstances? Or if EW&NI were the ones who were seen to have initiated the breakup, not us, would therefore they be required to join the Euro instead? Both are absurd prospects.

Perhaps it’s a question of scale? Just because the bulk of the UK’s population would remain in EW&NI, does that make them the only successor state? There is some precedence for scale, notably when the USSR broke up and the Russian Federation got to keep the embassies, but the consequences of that decision for the other former Soviet republics weren’t as radical as a requirement to join a currency union. But still, that can’t be right. Imagine an EU member state, let’s call it Belgium, divided relatively amicably into two equal parts. Would only one of Flanders and Wallonia be left the successor state to Belgium, according to which was marginally bigger in population terms? No way, which is what makes this legal advice ridiculous.

Another option is that both halves could decide not to take on the rights and responsibilities. When Czechoslovakia went through its Velvet Divorce, neither country sought recognition as the sole successor state, and both were treated as new UN entrants, yet both remained parties to all treaties signed by their predecessor state. But that’s not going to happen, especially in this case.

Fortunately, we don’t need to play these games. In practice, the question of successor states is determined by the 1978 Vienna Convention. Colonies achieving independence are not bound by the treaties of their former colonial masters, whereas in “cases of separation of parts of a state”, all new states remain so bound (or in this case, free). Only the wilder fringes of cybernat-dom regard independence as the last act of decolonising the British Empire, so a newly independent Scotland would be covered by existing treaties, just as EW&NI would be. Thankfully.

And so the First Minister’s desire for independence and his desire for us to join the Euro can at least be dealt with separately by those of us who agree only with the first objective.

How soon is now?

Now clockThe interminable debate about British Summer Time and the alternatives to it comes around as regularly as the time switch itself. The arguments about milking cows in the dark and the gruesome early morning demises of school children contend every year with the vision of Britain as a European-style evening paradise, with people effortlessly enjoying glasses of rosé at outside tables – and with those same school children felled on their way home.

Like most non-ideological political questions, the essentialist arguments are undermined by history, a history which goes back beyond Ben Franklin. As recently as a century ago there was no such thing as British Summer Time at all. We just took what the clocks gave us, until the need to save coal forced the Government’s hand during World War 1, in a way that rhymes with the 10:10 campaign’s energy-saving support for change. The Second World War saw more movement in the same direction, with the summers on Double Summer Time, and the winters, confusing, on British Summer Time.

Side note of irony on that: the Daily Mail currently lambasts “Berlin Time“, presumably because it implies some sinister German plot to harmonise our clocks as well as our currencies, yet (to put it into the only language they understand) Churchill defeated Hitler with British clocks all set to “Berlin Time”.

Even the news today that Tim Yeo, consistently one of the most interesting Conservative MPs, is proposing separate timezones for Scotland and the rest isn’t really news – he made the same call in 2007. Still, you’d have to assume this is an argument the SNP would be instinctively sympathetic to. For one thing, it would add a little more division from the rest of the UK. For another, if both sides really do want different times, the alternative is Scotland that makes decisions for the English on their timezone, which is surely against the ethos of self-determination.

Attempting to step back a little, some things we do are necessarily synchronised or “clock-dependent”, and some not. Whatever our timezone, we can only ever watch the same football match live at the same time. No amount of political wrangling will change that. However, all other things being equal, the time at which a farmer gets up to milk the cows isn’t “clock-dependent”. In fact, if you milk cows at the same hour on the clock it’ll surely be pretty disruptive for the herd when the clocks change in either direction? Not that I know the first thing about farming.

As you may know, I’m about to step out of formal politics for a while to get into business, and I intend to follow the daylight myself. My productive hours are later in the day, and why I’d set the alarm in the depths of winter to get up in the blackness of the night, goodness only knows. It’s a luxury of self-employment, for sure, but if I lived in the Highlands I’d be arguing for schools and workplaces to follow the daylight too as far as possible – recognising that many people will always continue to have to work shifts, not just those employed by essential 24-hour operations.

Surely, aside from those jobs that require shifts, working hours are just synchronised for convenience, not because everyone has to be at their desk by 9 and away by 5 (does that still apply to anyone?). Would it not be easier if we treated those standard hours as a guideline for the working day, not a uniformity to be ruthlessly imposed?

We’re supposedly part of a single European market that spans a wide range of time differences, so why do people living in Lerwick have to get up at the same time as those living in Hawick, or Chiswick, or even Wick? Local employers and councils being more responsive to their latitude seems a better option than the disruption of different time zones, and also a better option than the endless bickering which unnecessarily sets up the interests of the Highlands and the Home Counties as in conflict.

Beyond that, and leaving aside the safety arguments for now, the argument as currently fought is primarily a matter of preference, not principle. Are you a lark who loves to get up for a run round the park? You’ll prefer the current arrangement, replete with light mornings. Are you an owl who doesn’t know what on earth to do with a morning hour but who loves to the social evening time? Then, like me, for all those clock-dependent activities, your instinct will probably be for DBST. But wouldn’t it be better not to have to argue about it?

WMOTW – Halloween special

Why was the skeletal motion feeling lonely? Because it had no body to sign it.

Yes, it is seasonal themed jokes folks. Pile in.

The reason? Well, a rather spoo-oo-ooky motion left by Christine Grahame this week. You’ll scream in horror if you don’t faint in shock at its bloodcurdling ghoulishness:

Motion S4M-01168 – Christine Grahame (Midlothian South, Tweeddale and Lauderdale) (Scottish National Party) : Whatever Happened to Halloween?
That the Parliament notes the Americanisation of Halloween, whereby guising has become a commercialised trick or treat event with pumpkins, and urges the Scottish Government to take steps to bring back the tumshie.

Americanisation? Are we now living in Howllywood? North (or South) Scarolina? Are we all eating Boo-berry Pie? Is Glasgow now home to the (forgive me) Vampire State Building?

And what’s tumshies all about?

I really do have no idea what Christine is getting at, but, well, is that maybe her point?

Halloween for me is dooking for apples, more monkey nuts than you know what to do with, tin foil and toilet paper for a costume that the effort doesn’t ‘really’ justify and telling insufferable jokes in front of patient neighbours.

It is not trick or treating, it is not toilet papering and it is not about making money but are these things even present in Scotland let alone endemic? Is the SNP MSP creating a phantom issue here?

The SNP will be fighting their battles on many fronts but they should be seeking sanctuary in holidays (St Andrew’s Day to one side) and not adding them to their list of grievances.

So, what does this motion and a vampire have in common? They both suck.

(h/t @DuncMcKay)

Conference blether and blellum

Last day, the end is in sight, and still they come.  Good party activists that they are, the delegates were back at Eden Court this morning bright and early to vote on internal elections and organisational matters.

You would be wrong to think today is a damp squib – three Cabinet Secretaries making flagship speeches and that all-important Roadmap to Independence to be sketched by Angus Robertson MP, the party’s campaign manager extraordinaire.

One highlight for me has been catching up with old friends and making new ones, one such being the ever smiley and cheery Humza Yousaf MSP.   His conference highlight?  “Arriving on the first day, my first time as an MSP at a party conference, wondering how it was going to be.  And walking into a packed hall.  First session, packed to the rafters, taking my breath away.  I knew from that point that it was going to be a great conference.”

Here are some snippets which are exclusive – in that, you won’t read them anywhere else and this is probably the first and only time you’ll read them.  But to avoid trampling on sensibilities, I hesitate to call them an exclusive.  Some of them can be filed under “no I am not making this up”  and some of course you might wish to take with a pinch of salt, but I’ll leave it to you to decide which is which.

I was delighted to meet Jim Torrance, who since he joined the party in 1974, has converted 42 of his family members into becoming SNP supporters and/or members.  In some families, gifts of rattles and soft toys are bestowed upon new babies.  One wonders if in Jim’s family, each wean gets a party membership and a Saltire.

So far, the record for latest to bed is 7 am Saturday morning.  One of them even managed to work a full shift – all day and into the evening.  It’s not just the Irn Bru that’s made from girders…

Only in the SNP – a resolution was debated on Saturday simultaneously praising the Scottish Independence Convention while calling for a “broad based pro-independence coalition, taking within its scope people of all parties and none”.  It gets better.  Someone then decided this should be remitted back.  So, there was a short debate on the need for a broad based pro-independence coalition that some felt the party needed to go away and think about, not least because of the existence of the Convention which could fufil this role.  Like I said.  Only in the SNP.  (The motion was carried, in case you care).

Apparently, the SNP is now too big for conference.  The party’s requirements are now so large, that there is not a venue in Scotland can accommodate them.  An insider told me (in strictest confidence you understand) that the party was now thinking of commissioning a cruise liner for next year’s conference.  Docking at Peterhead to allow delegates aboard, the ship would then sail northwards, stopping off to share fraternal conviviality with Nordic cousins, before heading for Spitzbergen to see the polar bears.  Why?  Why not, my confidante said.  Brings a whole new meaning to the phrase booze cruise….

Up in the Gods with the SNP?  One veteran of the party conference circuit was astonished to discover that Eden Court theatre has, in fact, three floors.  Arriving on Friday for the afternoon session, they were told to keep climbing at every floor, as that part of the hall was full.  On being sent ever upwards, our intrepid veteran became suspicious, if also a little breathless.  “I’ve been at every Labour conference in Inverness, and never knew there was a third floor up in the Gods. Was never needed nor used by them.”  Which says it all.

No conference is complete without its stushies.  Aside from the very obvious one on same-sex marriage which performed the useful task of keeping the media pack busy filing copy about something and nothing, the big issue has been access to the main hall for the First Minister’s speech.   Despite having three rows – yes, three rows, that’s how many elected politicians the SNP has these days – reserved for them at the front, many MSPs found themselves crammed in in the cheap seats.  Indeed, many – including Government Ministers – ended up watching the speech from one of the overflow areas.  Some of them are still muttering about the indignity of it all…. wee lambs.

The SNP might be a big tent, but actually it’s a great big family.  Last night’s karaoke fundraiser?  Think the worst family wedding imaginable, with all your most embarrassing aunties and uncles.  All of them, in one place.  Then give them a microphone and an open stage…..

Yep, for your delight and delectation, for one night only (thank god) please welcome the men and women who run Scotland, murdering their way through power ballads and classic cheesy numbers.  Chic Brodie, in full Elvis garb, was an undoubted highlight.  He was fantastic.  We were not worthy frankly.

Sandra White and Christine Grahame made a very passable attempt at the Proclaimers’ 500 miles.  George Adam would appear to be Paisley’s very own, passable Sinatra impersonator.

But the undoubted “star turn” was an excrutiating and risible version of Should I stay or should I go by Bill Kidd MSP.  Stick to whipping Bill, stick to whipping….

 

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EXCLUSIVE: Inverness Outpost (3)

Today, at SNP Conference, Michael Rann, Premier of South Australia, announced that Alex Salmond was the winner of this year’s international climate change award.

The award which is given jointly by the Climate Group and the South Australian Government recognises the First Minister’s leadership on climate change in Scotland.  A video message from Premier Rann was played to delegates at conference just before the First Minister’s speech today.

In it, Premier Rann highlighted Alex Salmond’s outstanding leadership on climate change issues and stated that Scotland provides an example to the rest of the world.

Its first ever winner was Arnold Schwarzenegger, then Governor of California;  in its second year, the award was made to Jean Chavez, Premier of Quebec.  Alex Salmond is the third ever winner of the prestigious prize.