#skiver

[skulpin]

After we checked the previous animations in game they looked super stiff so I made a bunch of modifications to spice up the flow, plus found and fixed some errors

[remembertheplunge]

Stolen Time

6/17/2017 Weatherstone’s. 11:12am entry from my Busy Bee Journal

“ The skiver is stealing back time that has been stolen from him, and this stolen time has an intensity and richness all it's own.”  

How to be Idle. p. 42

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N: 6/24/2024. 

A skiver is a person who persistently avoids work or responsibility: Wikipedia

I like the feel of the above quote from the book “How to be Idle”. It is a delightful book that studies" just being" during each of the 24 hours of the day. Each chapter is titled 1 am, 2 am, 3 am etc. He explains what life is like during those hours while engaging in lounging, drinking, and doing anything but work.

I like the feel of how stolen time all to one’s self can seem rich and precious. I can get into some real soul touching moments doing this. This can happen during my morning read of some of my “sacred books” or my coffee house writing  sessions.

These moments feel "stolen" because I'm stepping out of the frenetic flow of the day to pause and be idle and drift into my own reverie as I write and read..

Weatherstones is a coffee house that I have been writing in off and on  since 1986. It is now called Old Soul and is located on 21st Street in Sacramento, California.

I will include a list of my current morning reads in a later blog

[blue-skytan]

Rkgk

What would be their pokemon? :)

[spectrumtwelve]

i drew an old oc of mine !!!! Skiver i love you 💔

[rooksunday]

cannot articulate how much giving ID to vote makes me want to tear things apart with my teeth. is this rational, considering NI has been doing so for a generation? arguably no! but when (alleged) ~voter fraud reports numbered 1,462 in the uk in the past four years… for an electorate of approx 48,844,292 (elections 2021), of whom 14 individuals received a conviction or caution…

i just…

TEETH TEETH TEETH

[yellow-yarrow]

skiver spotted

[skulpin]

Some attack animations for the flying horse.

Already did these animations for the older model a while back, but I dont recall if I posted them here. I reused and modified the older animation for the new one and they turned out pretty nice. Simplified the smear frames by a lot.

Both of the attacks are going to be direct throwbacks to one of my fav Megaman 8/MM&B boss.

[jesswritesthat]

Suna Rintarō: Bets

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~1.2k, fluff

• Challenging Atsumu is always fun and games, but how long can you keep playing when it involves Suna?

Warnings: None

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Atsumu let off yet another chastise of offence toward his teammate who took it in stride, they knew he was a perfectionist when it came to his sets - they were tailored specifically so when someone missed he took it personally. However, Sunas taunting on the matter had agitated him today which lead you to your pouty blonde friend on his chosen bench, a dangerous skip in your step as you settled next to him.

"If he's that annoying, I could take him out for ya." You playfully suggested, smirk looming as you spun your pencil between your fingers. "Y'know, if you want?"

Atsumu flicked his suspicious gaze to you after hearing your alluring offer, eyeing you with more conviction than usual.

"With a gun or on a date?"

A conniving grin and a casual shrug that told him you weren't bothered by either.

"Depends how much he annoys me."

"Hah I dare ya, 'cuz I'd like to see ya try either." Atsumu at least seemed more upbeat, pushing your shoulder bemused.

"What do I get out of it?"

"Huh?"

"If you're issuing me a challenge that I complete, I deserve a reward." You chimed, a lace of certainty that told him you were serious.

"Yer get the date don't ya."

"Or a dead body."

A moment was taken to appreciate you quick wit, then another for a stare off, and finally Atsumu broke with a long defeated sigh.

"Jeez alright alright, I'll do anything ya want."

"Anything?"

"Within reason obviously, but Suna ain't gonna be won over. 'Samu says he already has the hots for someone." Part of you suspected Atsumu had played you, but wasn't smart enough to install a wager if you lost the bet so probably not, which gave you false enthusiasm.

"That's because he hasn't met me yet~"

"He has. Many times, yer friends for cryin' out—"

"I know! I was trying to be confident since you just ruined my chances at this! Is murder the only option or do you know who it is?" Immediately your suave facade dissipated with Atsumus deadpan statement and you were hunched over with a massive weight crushing your heart and hopes of success.

"Nah, stupid brother wouldn't tell me. Said I couldn't lie for shit."

You remained in thought making a noise of agreement which Atsumu took offence to but still, it was gut-wrenching information as you thought Rintarō would've told you too, since you're ‘supposed’ to be close friends.

Even so, during the following break in practice you were determined to utilise the 5 minutes for their entire worth. You slid into the spot beside Suna far smoother than originally intended which definitely boosted your charisma.

"Hey Rintarō, you come here often?"

"No, I'm a chronic skiver. Literally never seen you before in my life."

"Perfect, they say oversharing with strangers is a great way to get things off your chest." A solid if not obvious opening, one Rin had apparently became acutely aware of as he tuned into the conversation properly and ceased drinking his water.

"Yeah? What would you suggest?"

"Rumours, strategies, crushes, trauma? Take your pick."

"So there's this person in our class. Thinks they're real slick, and smart, they are kinda funny too considering they think I'll fall for their antics." He cockily paused, and indictaive stare looking you up and down knowingly but amused. "Honestly they're lucky they're hot else I wouldn't send them vines."

"..."

"You suck." A playful death glare met his pleased one alongside your own deadpan voice to which he served you his point.

"And you (Y/n), can ask me anything without the fluff."

"Yeah yeah, let me take you out as an apology. I'll treat you to ramen, this Friday?"

"You buying?" Suna tilted his head curiously, expression remaining unreadable.

"Mm-hm~"

It wasn't uncommon, the two of you would venture out either together or with fellow Inarizaki classmates and end up walking back together. As such you'd often take turns in paying for various purchases.

"Hm, I don't know..."

Either he knew you better than you thought, or something else was going on in that cunning mind of his.

"Rintarō, would you accept if I told you we could get anything we wanted out of Atsumu?"

"Ah that's why you're acting weird."

"Partly, anyway we agreed if I take you out he'll do anything, and I think it'll be fun to share said prize since you helped me earn it."

"Alright. Surprised he went along with it since we go out together all the time, he's not that stupid right?"

"...Well." The lack of conviction was humorous, however even Suna knew Atsumu better than his 'blonde moments' would allow.

"(Y/n)."

"Ughhhhh okay! Atsumu heard you liked someone, so knew you wouldn't accept my offer."

"You don't know who it is." It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. He realised you wouldn't be sitting here if you knew.

"No, and as much as I'd like to know, you don't have to tell me Sunarin."

It was silent for a moment, the brunette in thought before the interruption snapped the two of you from your quiet contemplation.

"Suna c'mon! Breaks over!"

You remained seated as he stood, not sparing a glance until he reaching the court alongside his teammates wearing a clever smirk.

"Ramen on Friday, after school!"

You watched Atsumu falter his serve, snapping a look of shock in your direction of which the only response was a mocking smile.

———

It was as casual as ever when you visited the local you’d sat in together many times before, sharing memes next to each other at the counter and commenting on one of the Miya blackmail recordings Suna had procured that week.

It wasn’t until midway through your food did the blocker turn to pause, looking to you who gratefully enjoyed your food. He was deciding, mind working a mile a second on the correct path here alongside remarks he couldn’t make. Instead he settled on honesty, much like you had done in the gymnasium except it took far less for you to get anything out of him.

"Osamu gave me a wager too, same reward as his brother." The offhanded casualness of his tone made it seem nonchalant, but you couldn’t help the arsing scepticism.

"That's suspicious, are they planning something?"

"I guess so." Suna shrugged half-heartedly, you could feel him analysing your response rather carefully by his narrowed side eye.

You stopped eating as this was worth pondering, the only reason these two bets could link together would be if the identity of Sunas' romantic interest was a certain individual. There's' no way, it’s got to be a different scheme.

"That'd only make sense if the person you liked was—"

Sunas’ warm palm covered your mouth, silencing your potential (but already known) revelation.

"You." A sorrowful smile. "Yeah I know."

A hum of acceptance emitted from behind his palm which softened his usual emotionless gaze, he’d gifted you the information to work it out and predicted you would rather quickly. It was easier than finding the words, there’s too many in both his head and heart for you.

"Sorry, I had to tell you myself else I'd lose the bet. I’d say that counts."

It wasn’t blunt or straightforward which you’d expect from Suna in this situation, in fact if you really dissected it, you couldn’t claim he’d officially confessed to you at all. But that was Suna Rintarō for you, leaving things ambiguous to figure out yourself and by then he’d have a gauge on your reciprocation, he was strategic in more than just Volleyball. But in you, he had worthy opponent, and you weren’t one to play into his hands.

After another moment, he removed his hand leaving a second to return his gaze, and another to breathe a sigh of understanding.

“So, where do we go from here Rin?”

“Wherever you want, (Y/n).”

“I think dealing with the Miya Twins is a great place to start.”

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[ Masterlist ]

[snek-panini]

It's been a month since Binderary ended but I've still got books to share! This is @worse0mens's (hi!) wonderful Good Omens series, The Blossom Realm, which starts with Omens of Another Kind. This is very much a longtime favorite of mine, an AU with a really compelling combo of worldbuilding and characterization. This is a believable grand romance that's also a court drama and a fairy tale, and it's really long (the full series is about 220k words) so it will keep you reading for a long time. This is one of the fics I learned bookbinding for, and it was the first really long fic that I typeset (and redid once I learned more about typesetting). It's been a long road but it was so worth it.

More photos under the cut!

Couple of photos of the spines. The series doesn't divide easily, with one very long work, one medium-length one, and several shorter pieces. The main story is nearly 200k on its own, the longest single volume I've ever made (about 500 pages), and I was worried about it getting too unwieldy, so I put all the other works into their own volume of about 100 pages. They make a disparate set but I love them. The cover is done in skiver green faux leather from Hollander's; I've never worked with this brand before but I loved it, and one sheet was big enough to do both books. The titles are done in cricut brand gold foil htv. There were some issues with that, as I'd bought a multi-pack with a few different colors and only found out after applying the front cover graphics on both books that one, I didn't have enough to do the backs and spines; two, that the gold in that pack is a totally different color than the gold they sell on its own; and three, that no one in my area stocked it anymore and I had to order it from Europe. Here's what the back looks like:

It's the same graphic as the front but without the title in the center, and it's one of the fanciest backs I've ever done and it took forever to weed all those little cutouts. The graphic was free to use on rawpixel. The font I used on the spines and front is a basic Microsoft font called Harrington that worked incredibly well on the cricut, even at small sizes; a lot of basic fonts are too thin, especially fancy ones, so this was a delightful surprise.

Photo of the top, with ribbon bookmark and handmade double core endbands. The endbands didn't come out as well as I'd have liked; they're a little uneven and the color changes aren't that evenly spaced. Double core ones are harder than I expected and I need more practice. The endpapers are chocolate silk moire, and I chose them because there's a very important massive tree in the fic and I thought they looked like wood grain. I did a little experimenting with the shorter volume that's visible around the edges of the endpaper. I wanted gilded edges but the longer book had to be rounded, and I thought I'd try paint instead of foil since I don't know how to foil a curved edge. But I did my experiments on the smaller volume and I couldn't get good coverage, so the edge had to be trimmed off. The watered-down paint had leaked into the edge of the silk moire too far for me to trim, so it's still there. But it's kind of pretty, so I'm going to call it an aesthetic choice.

The title pages are the same, with free graphics from rawpixel. I got lucky and found a similar set of roses that I used for the chapter headers:

These had to be positioned by hand for each chapter so they'd fit around the text properly. It was a pain but they look so pretty. The final photo contains a story spoiler, so proceed with caution if you don't want that:

The scene break image in both volumes is this tiny snake. This was one of the first aesthetic choices I made for the books. A lot of the plot is centered around a prophecy about a monster snake that everyone thinks will destroy the kingdom, and of course in the manner of Good Omens fic it's a wildly inaccurate misinterpretation and not a threat at all. I wanted something like this because the snake is not only non-threatening but it's been here the entire time and there was never any reason to freak out about it. It was surprisingly difficult to find a snake image that was both simple enough to still be clear at this size and also didn't look dangerous or like a cartoon character. I looked at so many snakes before I found this one, it's ridiculous.

And that's it! I hope the author likes it (and remembers me since I asked to do this almost a year ago). There are three more binderary posts forthcoming, though I don't know how long it'll take me to get to them. It was a busy month.

[thebibutterflyao3]

Day 3 - Prompt: Full @wolfstarmicrofic

January Daily Series - 729 words

<<<Previous Part OR Start Here

“Were you wearing a hideous puce jumper at the ice rink?” he checked. Sirius tugged on Padfoot’s collar half-heartedly. “I think I was trying to avoid looking at it.”

“Puke? It’s not puke!” Remus protested, pushing up onto his elbows. “I love that jumper, my mum made it.”

“I said, ‘puce,’” Sirius corrected. “You might call it…erm, rose?”

Remus eyed him narrowly. “It was brown.”

“You must be colour-blind.”

“You must be French.”

Sirius smirked over Padfoot’s shoulder as he leaned down and hugged the dog’s chest. Then, he inhaled deeply and pulled back with all of his strength. Padfoot didn’t budge.

“Genetically, not by choice,” he said, grunting as he attempted to haul the dog off of Remus.

Remus pushed from the opposite side and between the two of them he was redirected onto the grass, albeit with a lot of high-pitched whining and annoyed sneezing. Sirius offered Remus a hand, which was engulfed in his colder, much larger one. As he folded his legs underneath him and lifted up, Remus’s solid weight nearly pulled Sirius to the ground.

Remus straightened to his full height. The bloke was taller than James, but not by much. He just looked absurdly tall because his arms were so long. They hung around his body at awkward angles.

His ugly olive utility jacket didn’t help. It was too long, had large, bulky pockets, and a grey tint that gave his skin a sickly tinge. Sirius was fascinated by Remus’s ability to glow with sun-kissed health and appear on the edge of death.

“Alright. You’ve studied every centimetre of me, what’s your assessment?” Remus teased, poking his tongue into his cheek.

Sirius arched an eyebrow as his gaze dragged leisurely over Remus’s lanky figure. “It’s a cursory evaluation at best. A ‘study’ would require a thorough examination, extensive experimentation, and detailed research.”

Remus’s lips twitched with amusement before pursing into an exaggerated “thoughtful” expression. The furrowed brows were a bit much, Sirius mused. He did have nice, full eyebrows though. Perhaps they were the reason that his eyes were captivating.

No, it’s the laugh lines.

Only someone who smiled often had deep creases around their eyes. James had laugh lines too. He’d sketched them while his best friend was telling an amusing story. They were a reflection of the pure joy trapped inside him.

Was Remus filled with pure joy too?

“Do you want to study me?” Remus asked. He tilted his head and a loose curl swayed against his temple.

“Perhaps.”

Remus fidgeted, toying with the hem of his beanie. “What’s your initial assessment then?”

Sirius folded his arms over his chest and considered the bloke in front of him. Remus wasn’t quite as confident now that he was on his feet. He seemed more at ease when he was flat on his back.

Interesting.

“You’re Welsh-”

“Obviously.”

“-spend quite a bit of time outside-”

“Correct.”

“-are not a dog person-”

“Sorry, Padfoot.”

“-and have terrible taste in clothes.”

Remus snorted a laugh, but he tugged at the jacket self-consciously. “Agree to disagree.”

“Your turn,” Sirius prompted.

“Well, your accent isn’t as pronounced as your brother’s,” Remus began. He idly stroked Padfoot’s head and avoided Sirius’s gaze. “So, I suppose you’ve lived in the UK a bit longer.”

Sirius nodded curtly, but didn’t interrupt.

“You’re decent on the ice, so you must have had lessons.” Remus glanced up for confirmation, then faltered at Sirius’s neutral expression. “Or skated as a child?”

When Sirius didn’t respond, Remus scratched his arm and looked away. “You dress like a skiver, but clearly put a lot of effort into it. I reckon you don’t like being perceived as posh.”

“Do you always create fanciful life stories for people you’ve just met?” Sirius asked.

Remus shook his head, intently focused on petting Padfoot’s head. “Only the ones I find interesting.”

“I’m not interesting, I’m attractive.”

“And humble too?”

Sirius shrugged nonchalantly. “I prefer honesty to humility.”

“That’s fair,” Remus agreed. He chewed his bottom lip with his teeth before meeting Sirius’s eyes again. “For the sake of honesty, I know quite a bit about you. Lily’s talked you up and so has James. Regulus less so, but still.”

“Hmm, it sounds like you’re studying me.” Sirius smirked and relaxed his stance. “Go on, I don’t mind.”

A startled huff preceded Remus’s incredulous grin. “I guess I am.”

[blue-skytan]

How that horse gacha game was born

[mariacallous]

This morning, about 300,000 children woke upin households affected by the benefit cap. Lots of these children – enough to fill more than 1,000 primary schools – will be living in cold and damp homes, with food cupboards near empty; in deep poverty that leaves normal childhood activities, such as after-school clubs, swimming lessons and family days out, far out of reach.

Since 2020, I’ve been working with colleagues at the universities of York and Oxford and the London School of Economics to investigate the impact of the benefit cap and the two-child limit (commonly referred to as the two-child benefit cap) on families with three or more children.

In our research with families affected by the benefit cap, we have spoken to parents such as Lucy, who pays £1,375 a month to rent a mould-ridden, rat-infested property. At times, the cap has left her family with as little as £65 a week to survive on once the rent and some of the bills are paid. £65. For five of them. It is simply not possible to get by on that.

We spoke to Lucy four times over four years, and she was always doing all she could to move out of that property. But as our analysis of Zoopla listings shows, the housing just isn’t there. Finding cheaper rents would enable people to escape the cap, because this would reduce their need for financial support with their housing and would bring them under the level of the cap. But there is a complete absence of affordable housing in many areas.

Despite the cap causing real and lasting harm, it garners little attention from politicians or the media. Much more focus is paid to its sister policy, the two-child limit, which denies means-tested financial support of up to £3,455 per child to third and subsequent children born on or after 6 April 2017.

The two-child limit is incredibly punitive; withdrawing support for children purely on the basis of the number of siblings they have. It applies to households in and out of work, and every day that it remains in place, the number affected grows. But the benefit cap, which places an absolute limit on the income that a household can receive in social security benefits, should also demand our attention.

Statistics released today reveal that 123,000 households in England, Scotland and Wales were affected by the benefit cap in May 2024, a rise of about 46,000 in just three months according to government figures. Introduced by George Osborne in 2013, the cap means the most a family without regular work can claim is £25,323 in London and £22,020 in the rest of the country.

A totemic policy of the coalition years, and of the obsession with creating simplistic divisions between “strivers” and “skivers”, the cap is now, absurdly, lower than the original limit that was set in 2013 (when it was £26,000 across the UK). The past decade has seen a rapid rise in the cost of living, driven not just by high inflation, but increased energy costs and unaffordable private rents, squeezing the poorest families only harder still.

Both the benefit cap and the two-child limit sever a foundational principle within our welfare state that people should be entitled to support based on what they need. The architects of these policies were driven by ideology and made a heartless, unforgivable calculation that a “tough” approach to benefits – accompanied by a stigmatising rhetoric on “welfare” – would boost their poll ratings. They were, it seems, prepared to pay the price for this in children and families left without enough to get by. Some families are even hit by both policies at the same time, and both are key drivers of the shameful levels of child poverty in the UK.

Lucy told us how the mould and rats in her expensive rented home affect her and her children, and how the struggle to make ends meet frays her mental health and leaves her almost entirely dependent on food banks and kindness from local churches and charities. The cap punishes Lucy’s family for paying high rent on a property so dilapidated it harms their health. Lucy explained how mould, unchecked by the landlord for months, caused her and one of her twins to get asthma – a potentially lifelong condition.

With no options to escape the cap, families are left living in Victorian-era conditions. Last year, Zauna, who has four children, told us that her children would cry: “Mum, it’s so cold.” She added: “I don’t know what to do … we need to live.”

And yet, all of this is completely avoidable. Rachel Reeves may talk of the need for fiscal prudence, but just £300m could bring an end to the benefit cap. That is the same amount the last government spent on supporting sports clubs hit by Covid lockdowns.

Lifting the benefit cap would provide immediate relief to hundreds of thousands of families such as Lucy’s and Zauna’s, who are currently facing a long, cold winter. What better way, after all, to start investing in our future than by ensuring children’s basic needs are met?

[mothscotch]

my half of the elsens with @smokemines (>.>)☆ (two vers

more under the cut

his full name is synoeca (from the genus of warrior wasps) but he goes by noca for short and doesnt like ppl using his full name.

he is a violence enjoyer and should not be trusted around weapons (he has several)

hes part of a gay elsen rivalry/romance with skiver

they have sent eachother to the hospital many times

after a... mines accident he was transfered to pentel

he keeps love letters/death threats in his apron pocket

he has at least 5 diffrent weapons on him at all times. dont ask where he keeps them.

[darylsdelts]

Think you're fake af. You should get a job. You can't be that depressed if you can make Daryl edits all day. Hate that my money goes on skivers like you. All these people messaging you are fake af too they just want to be popular by association they don't actually like you. Stop acting like you're amazing

Wowie!

Okay I’m actually not depressed, idk where you got that information but that’s alright 🥰

Also popular by association? Nobody is associating themselves with me😭 I’m not a celebrity wtf.

I’m literally just a kid💀 what is going on

[midnight197]

Random Funfact, but do you know, that Skiver is one of my oldest OCs? Alongside classics like Neva and Timax?

The first Sketch of him is from 2017. At first he was a Character for an RP or rather a world from my Ex. But when that kinda died down after we broke up I tried to find a different purpose for him.

First as an Companion-Kritter for an MMO-Type Story.

Then I tried to turn him into a Digimon x) But that also didn't really feel right.

Then Cassette Beast happend and it just felt perfect!

[scotianostra]

Happy 87th Birthday Ronald Grant Browne born 20th August 1937 in Edinburgh, Ronnie is a founder member of The Corries.

Born to John Albert 'Bertie' Browne, a truck driver, and Anne 'Nancy' Browne. He was raised in Edinburgh. Aside from singing, Browne's other abilities are painting, sketching and rugby, having once played as a winger for his secondary school Boroughmuir. He met Roy Williamson on the rugby field, as Williamson had played as a winger also for Boroughmuir's rivals Edinburgh Wanderers.

This led to meeting multi-instrumentalist Bill Smith at Edinburgh College of Art in 1955 and the formation of the Corrie Folk Trio in 1962. The group was expanded the following year with the addition of female singer Paddie Bell. Shortly after releasing three albums in 1965, Bell left to begin a solo career. With the departure of Smith, the following year, Browne and Williamson continued to perform as a duo now known as The Corries.

Browne and Williamson were regular performers on Scottish television shows and movies and in 1983 received an International Film and Television Festival gold award for their Scottish Television series, "The Corries & Other Folk". The 1996 film The Bruce features Browne's rendition of the Williamson-penned Flower of Scotland at the end. Browne appeared in the film playing the role of Maxwell The Minstrel.

Since Williamson's death in 1990, Browne continued to perform and record in the spirit of the Corries. He regularly led the singing of Flower of Scotland, de facto national anthem of Scotland, for the Scotland national rugby and football teams. During his performances, he was known to yell "COME ON!" to the audience during the opening line of the song he was singing and this has often been parodied by the BBC Hogmanay sketch show Only an Excuse?. As of 27 April 2015, Browne announced that due to emotional breakdowns during performances, he has put an end to singing in public.

Browne is now an accomplished portrait artist.

Browne met and fell in love with Patricia Elliott during secondary school, and the two married on 30 June 1959. Together they had two biological children: Gavin John and Lauren Anne Violet and one adopted son: Maurice Walter.

Gavin Browne is the eldest of the three, and has run The Corries Official Website since 1997.

Ronnie and Pat were married for 53 years until Pat died due to cancer in 2012.

Scotland the Brave Corries humourous version

Land o' the purple heather Land o' the dirty weather Land where the midges gather, Scotland The Brave Land o' the Pakistanis Andy Capp and Saturday sannies Land where they sell their grannies, Scotland The Brave Used to say in faither’s day You could hear the bagpipes play But now you hear the regal tones o' Elton John and The Rolling Stones Land that is full o' stinkers Wee fat Jews and VP drinkers Whisky put a lot o' stinkers into Scottish graves

Land that is full o' skivers Comic singers, deep sea divers Turbans on our bus condrivers, Scotland The Brave Land o' the brutal Bobbies Councilors wi' part-time jobbies Architects with paying hobbies, Scotland The Brave The tourists come here every year To see all our historic gear But all they see is loads o' navvies, high rise flats wi' concrete lavvies Land o' the artic' lorries Andy Stewart and the Corries Land where everybody borries, Scotland The Brave

Land o' the kilt and sporan Underneath there's nothin' worn!How I wish the wind was warm! Scotland The Brave I must admit it's pretty gruesome Walking about wi' your frozen twosome! It's all we've got - we mustn't lose 'em - Scotland The Brave Conservatives try to assure us Labour's hard-put to endure us The Kirk puts curbs on our enjoyment, government makes unemployment Never mind the day is near When independence will be here! We’ll drink a toast in younger’s beer to Scotland The Brave!