I'm not given to make party-political statements on this blog. Just a couple of observations. And to make my stance on politicians-at-election-time perfectly clear: their promises are worth about as much as a tomcat's promises of everlasting fielty in March or October.
In the villages and in Stornoway, the placards have climbed up the various poles. It makes a colourful sight. The Labour Party have taken over the old shop, called D.D. Morrison & co, on Cromwell Street. As their candidate is called Morrison, they have craftily removed the "D.D." and the "& co" from the shopfront. Whether they are just as crafty as wheedling their way out of the windfarm mire remains to be seen.
The SNP have enough trouble to keep them going for a little while. Having their party's leader pictured in the West Highland Free Press, looking gloomy, in front of the Labour party's campaign headquarters is a wee bit unfortunate.
I've seen placards for the Lib Dems and the Conservatives, but am yet to discern any of their activists in the streets. Maybe later on in this riveting campaign. The Scottish Christian Party's candidate merrily cycles around town, scattering leaflets in his wake.
Local council elections are run concurrently with the Scottish Parliamentary elections, on May 3rd. The Western Isles' council wards have been thrown onto 9 new ones, with 3 or 4 councillors to be elected for each ward. What the geographical sense is in lumping North Lochs with Uig is beyond me.
As I indicated at the start of this post, I haven't got much time for party-politics or politicians, and this election-campaign wearies me no end.