When I was a Councillor he used to have excellent fun berating me for every ill that befell him or the islands, and that I was personally responsible for setting the Council Tax at an exorbitant level; that I was responsible for every decision of the Council; that I had to do something about the price of fuel at Campbell's Filling Station (a matter more forcefully expressed to the Vice-Convener); and that I was personally responsible for the poor crab prices.
Since I retired/took a sabbatical he has focused on getting me to join him at the barricades, protesting about ... well, anything and everything.
Today, my invite was to join him outside Alasdair Darling's holiday home in Uig to protest about the price of fuel. The Chancellor is due here any day now, for his regular summer holiday, and my friend thought that this was a perfect opportunity to explain in words of four-letters, the impact that fuel prices were having.
Having neither declined nor accepted, I will be kept informed in the unlikely event of the matter proceeding.
I understand that last year when Mr D was crossing the Minch he was cornered on the ferry by two local gentlemen who wished to discuss the economic policies that he was following. So confident and robust was the Chancellor in the defence of the Government that within minutes he was pleading with the crew to find him somewhere to hide.
This was how the Chancellor - without his family - spent most of the crossing in the Captain's cabin.
Does anyone know his dates of travel for this year? Just so we can greet him warmly at the pier, you understand.