Meeting Nicola


Nicola Sturgeon – First Minister of Scotland

Readers hoping for gossip will be disappointed. I’m about to describe the events that took place before and after meeting our admired First Minister, Nicola Sturgeon, (for the second time) but for those not yet had that pleasure I’ll convey what many have perceived of her. She’s in control and absolutely focussed. She exudes authority.

Doon the Watter

The occasion was the opening of Dunoon’s refurbished Burgh Hall, a hefty red sandstone Victorian pile once for demolition, now saved as an arts and entertainment centre.

The Grade B Listed building built in 1874 is imposing. It sits high in the town’s centre, overlooking the harbour where the flat bottomed ferries forever chug back and forth from Gourock piloted by men who’ve held the same job most of their working lives.

The English weather forecaster on the radio pronounced it “Gow-Rock.” A day trip down the Clyde on a paddle steamer – Glass-gow, Gow-Rock, Done-noon, “Doon the watter”.

Dunoon, the Riviera of Scotland, punctuated with unkempt palm trees, has seen better times, and many a Labour and Tory government that didn’t give a damn. The centre offers shops that look as if they’ve not changed their window display since the 1950s. The shoreline is lined with the aging holiday houses of Glasgow’s 19th century wealthy, a boat ride away from the sheeple and hoi polloi of outside toilet tenement dwellers.


Dunoon Burgh Hall today, spruced up, cleaned, and ready to serve the town

A great asset to the town

The transformation has generated jobs, not only trades in the recasting of the building, but now in administration, exhibition organising, classes, catering and trades. Every room is utilised to its maximum, with a modern café added onto the rear. There’s a room to create paintings, one to make and fire pottery, another to exhibit anything from children’s school drawings to great art, the obligatory gift shop, and a vast main hall on the second floor where plays can be performed, dances organised, or wedding’s held.

I and others were invited to the official opening to see some unusual prints of Andy Warhol, gifted to Scotland’s Museum of Modern Art. Warhol finally made it to Dunoon. There was also prints loaned for the occasion by Royal Academician painter and master printmaker Barbara Rae a Crieff lassie who’s made big in the world of contemporary art, and to whom I am married.

Let them eat cake

Once I pinned my name badge onto my shirt pocket I did what we all do, check were the free food and wine lay, (there was no wine or beer!) and searched the crowd for familiar faces. Amid the excited staff I recognised only three. John McAslan the principal architect, a Dunoon man, flying around rooms checking last minute detail, trailing the architect’s statutory denim jacket behind him. The head of Creative Scotland, Janet Archer, milled around, severe, stolid, dyed cropped hair, every inch Rosa Klebb of the KGB. Nearby the lanky patrician figure of Sir John Leighton, director general of our national galleries, a supporter of Scottish art unlike his predecessor.

I waited for the Big Moment in the café chomping on a cube of jam sponge, no reward for a long drive from Edinburgh. I got pinned there by a garrulous oldie who insisted on telling me about all her famous friends, and when my eyes glazed over, proceeded to continue the history of her above-average achievers to an unwary anthropology student next to me.

An unceremonious arrival

The Big Moment was Nicola there to open the building, and let people know where some of the funds had come from, and that their elected government knew where Dunoon was unlike Westminster politicians. I expected her to arrive in a phalanx of black limousines, Saltire flying on the radiator cap, police motorbikes on either side, sirens blaring. The only police presence was pleasant beat cops in ill-fitting uniforms who looked as if given a day’s release from a Broons cartoon.

Nicola arrived in a non-descript saloon – it might as well have been a bus – perfectly in keeping with her down-to-earth approach to her day job, which is the considerable task of retrieving Scotland’s sovereignty from the clutches of a belligerent neighbour.

After running the gauntlet of press cameramen, Nicola was greeted by the assembled staff, and guided to a series of meet the public moments, each set in a different room where she got involved in the activity that took place. I notice that contrary to the strict written schedule I was given she broke it at every opportunity, taking her time to meet and talk to whomsoever she wanted to meet. There was not a sign of Mayisms – two minute photo-op chats and whisked off to a place of safety from the public.


Nicola meeting school students at painting. I’m behind the camera

Photays and selfies

Nicola’s ability to concentrate on the person talking to her amid a cacophony of chatter, pushing and shoving, and clicking cameras, impressed except when she met my wife and eye. For ten minutes of a three-way conversation Nicola refused to look at me. It was so uncomfortable I stepped aside to get out of her eyeline and let her talk to my wife. Later, upstairs, in the vast hall big enough to shoot ducks, she was given a warm reception by speakers and a musical assembly group.

A frazzled organiser grabbed me by the elbow to ask if I’d like included in the group photo shot of the day. Pathologically shy of cameras I made my second excuse of the hour and snuck into the gift shop.

Nicola Sturgeon is a politician in the history books. I’m master of the missed opportunity.


Architect John MacAslan explains old and new to Nicola

Daylight gobbery

After an hour of meeting and talking to VIPs and staff, Nicola drifted outside to be greeted by people in street who burst into spontaneous applause. Cameras clicked and faces beamed. About to get into her nondescript limousine, she noticed an elderly man behind some railings waving to her. She joined him in conversation. I wondered if it was only me she disliked, for he to was male. In my mind I compared the low-key, relaxed scene I was witnessing with Ruth Davidson’s idea of meeting the public, a politician who sits on the back of a buffalo demonstrating to Scots how Vietnamese farmers reach their their paddy fields and we should do the same.

Three times Nicola tried to reach her car only to be surrounded by young and old. A group of young girls waving iPhones begging for a selfie. I noticed a selfie was never refused. She obliged, and then, invited into the local SNP shop, went inside to chat to the staff.

Wurr a’ doomed

As I waited for my wife, next to me on the bench outside the new gallery sat a middle-years man and woman, between them a beautiful child, a girl not yet three years of age. He was Scots, the woman English, the child a painting fit for a portrait on a Dresden porcelain vase. I broke the ice and spoke to the child with the shining blue eyes and naturally curly hair.

“Hello, perfectly formed person. How are you?” She looked at me, the man with the grizzled face and designer stubble, and then up at her father for reassurance I wasn’t a mad man from the wilds of Alaska.

“What’s going on?” asked the father, nodding in the direction of the crowds. “Nicola Sturgeon is here,” I said. His face darkened. The woman beside him shifted uncomfortably.

“That’s our excuse to get the hell out of here”, she chuckled nervously. The man let out the hiss of an expletive. “Fuck! No’ her?”

“Has she done you some harm?” I chose words I hoped might throw him.

He checked me out for a few seconds. “You’re no’ from here?” he said with a tone half-question and half-scorn. “Edinburgh” I answered, half-apologetic, the city that voted No.

Can their revulsion have something to do with a Scots accent? Is it The Cringe, that terrible affliction inculcated in so many who live in a colonised country? In that case do they prefer a lump of limestone lead them with no ability to think on her feet, a Theresa May type?

The man with the young daughter spoke up. “We got together to save the building”, he said, letting me know Dunoon had people power. “A fine thing to have accomplished,” I said, and meant it. “SNP have a policy of getting power and decision making back to us.”

He stopped his little daughter from moving out of his grasp and launched into a rant.

“They wasted five million on a fancy pier and naebody’s used it since.” The woman nodded in agreement. “Useless”.

“And ‘they’ are who exactly?” I got no answer only a scowl.

It dawned on me he was talking about the pier, the ferry terminal, a project that employed local tradesmen over a few years and spread its budget among the community. I’m told it was a Tory council who commissioned it. The father didn’t explain why the pier was ‘useless’ – I asked what sort of ferry was needed and got no reply – but it was clear he thought his taxes had gone to waste. I’m sure he felt there were more deserving priorities. Anyhow, he wasn’t in the mood to exchange political pleasantaries, and beckoned to the woman I thought his wife, but wasn’t, that it was time to go.

As he stood up from the slatted steel bench I gave him a parting farewell. “I’m for the same rights, the same opportunities, the same control of what we earn, as those folk south of the border. I take it you wouldn’t want less than that for your country?” He gave me a half-smile in return. It was then I noticed his Ranger’s blue football strip.


A grotesque of the kind on the side of the Burgh Hall

The grotesque on the wall

On the side of the Burgh Hall there hangs a Grotesque, not a gargoyle, not the stone face that takes water off a roof, but a carving to ward off evil spirits. Maybe it did its work that day, or maybe the propensity that lurks in the hearts of some Scots to cheat themselves of their birthright will need more than a talisman against self-harm.

When I left, Nicola Sturgeon was still in conversation with an increasing number of onlookers and admirers. Whatever schedule she had she’d junked.

I got back into my black SUV often mistaken for a taxi by late night revellers, and headed to the ferry, back to the M8, more convinced than ever that the saviours of Scotland and its communities will only ever be the Scots themselves, even the permanent misanthropes committed to nothing but themselves.

The trick is not to let them surrender, dragging us back to last century. They have to understand we share common ground. There’s no going back.

And we bloody mean it!


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21 Responses to Meeting Nicola

  1. Reblogged this on Max Stafford's Kennel and commented:
    An enjoyable read from a fellow Scot.
    Do follow his blog.

  2. Anytime I have seen Nicola at a public event I have been struck by her friendly, easy, charm and natural ability to connect with people. I too get a lump in my throat when I see the way young and old respond to her. She is a true leader of great stature. If only the yoons had eyes to see.

  3. Grafter says:

    Yes the “I hate Sturgeon or Salmond” mantra is well played out here in north east Scotland. This reinforced by continuing accusations in the local rags of central belt bias in relation to government spending. Seems to be an ingrained logic delivered by a corrupt msm.

  4. James Barr Gardner says:

    I too have seen Nicola just in the same manner as yourself and indeed it is very warm and affable but the dyed in wool unionist especially the older generation walk on grim faced sometimes pushing their way through, well they do need to get their 30 seconds of power. Meeting the people is all good stuff but goes unreported for the most part, where as appearances at mass events would be great stuff, electric and charismatic, the message goes out not only nationwide but worldwide.

  5. diabloandco says:

    Had similar conversation with someone in Glasgow , I find the haters dispiriting and marvel at their ignorance and lack of logic.
    I do enjoy putting forward names for their approval as in ,’You like Mr Cameron ? Mr Corbyn ?Oor Kezia? Colonel Ruth? Wee Wullie? Mrs May? Boris?’ and answer comes their none!

  6. Kirsty Husband says:

    I believe that the new breakwater and ferry terminal was the work of the council – a Tory/Independent administration. It is a farcical waste of money and is only used for the Waverley. After the visit to the borough hall Nicola crossed the road for impromptu meet with local SNP and Indy people – invited by an longtime, and infamous SNP activist.

  7. cirsium says:

    Thanks for an interesting post.

    “Unassailable integrity” yes, we are lucky to have Nicola Sturgeon. She is a real leader.

    Regarding the unthinking dislike/hatred/negativity, it is not just in Dunoon or the north east. I was discussing austerity with a young woman recently and suggested that we could make things work if we were independent. The reply was that oil was going to run out and there was nothing else. I talked about renewables and engineering but the discussion ended when she said “I don’t like Nicola Sturgeon – there’s something about her”. She could not give reasons and then added that she did not like Salmond either. This was in Glasgow.

  8. Macart says:

    Pretty much what I thought of the lady. 🙂

    I have no time for the haters these days and I have enough sense to know how fortunate I am in having that option. Our First Minister? Our FM can’t afford such a luxury. When you govern and you’re doing the job justice, you govern for everyone.

    Not a job many could do and not one many would do were they honest enough to admit it. Just trying to get through a day with your temper or sanity intact, never mind your principles, would test the patince of a stone.

    There’s a lot coming at us and from seemingly everywhere at once. Given the appalling circumstances facing our government and electorate. Given the stakes involved? I’d say the right bod is in the right job and at the right time.

  9. gerry parker says:

    Hope you enjoyed your visit Grousey. I was in the hall a few years ago when I had a caravan down there. It was a bit rough at the time. I’ll need to get back down there soon.
    Did you manage to call into the Forward shop and meet Dave Mc Ewan Hill?

  10. Andy in Germany says:

    “her day job, … the considerable task of retrieving Scotland’s sovereignty from the clutches of a belligerent neighbour nation…”

    I enjoyed the whole post but this was the icing on the cake.

    I could understand some people wanting to be part of the union if it was truly a federal system, but not the rump of empire that exists now.

  11. Grouse Beater says:

    Gerry – I stood outside it, but Mrs GB was agitated about loss of time getting there…. I think she took a pic on her cellphone – and when we came out Nicola was there, so thought it diplomatic to stay back.

  12. Hugh Wallace says:

    I’ve met her twice & had the opportunity to exchange a few words with her both times. That was a real pleasure. I’ve even got a photo of me with her that looks like I’m giving her a telling off with a waggy finger! They say the camera doesn’t lie but that one did. 😂😂😂

  13. Macmina MacAllan says:

    Thanks for your report. Fair raised the spirits.

    Glad to hear Nicola follows grousebeater. Sensible lassie.

    Having been in Nicola’s company in public on several occasions I greatly admire her competence, coherence and above all her natural, genuine, congenial friendship in any company. Like others here I have so frequently heard when canvassing or on the High St stall the “can’t stand that woman” criticism. On asking “Why?” no one has ever given any explanation or indeed even attempted to reply. This illogical attitude can only be due to subliminal brainwashing by our media (including our state broadcasting service.)

    Unfortunately I don’t know how this can be prevented and all we can do is try to counteract it by engaging the misinformed in conversation long enough to point out Nicola’s many positive achievements for our country.

  14. Dave McEwan Hill says:

    Sorry you didn’t come in, GB. Nicola signed a bottle of malt for us in the Forward Shop in the few minutes she managed with us. The rescue of the Burgh Hall by the people of Dunoon and by John McAslan (a Dunoon man btw) is one of the most satisfying things I have been involved in a long and interesting life. And Yes. Our FM is absolutely different class and exactly as she appears.

  15. Song42 says:

    Great article Grouse Beater. Lovely to hear heartfelt and very positive thoughts on our very focused and warm FM Nicola. The strength of spirit she has is immense! – to hold integrity though-out the negativity she has endured! She IS a true and mindful-heart of Scotland.

    Absolutely agree with what smart Macart says in his last paragraph. 😁

  16. Grouse Beater says:

    Dave – It was a great day though I’m sorry I missed meeting the troops. I will join you one day!

  17. Grouse Beater says:

    Kirsty Husband: What other projects could the money have been used for that the Tory-Independent council wasted?

    And don’t come here to mislead readers. She talked to more, many more than SNP activists. That said, why would she ignore those who were there?

  18. gtcri says:

    The (then Deputy) FM met me and my daughter (she approached us, honest!) on the 2013 Indy March in Edinburgh & it was then that I noticed the “selfie mob” all wanted to have her in their photos. One of the pandas lost their crowd immediately when a few folk cheered her!

    In jeans and a jacket, she did not exactly make an unmissable target (she’s really wee) but they all found her, even when she was obviously trying to get to her next place-to-be. I was struck by how “ordinary” she seemed, happy in the throng. At no time did she say, “I need to go”. I remember thinking that she had that “way” with folk…that ability to concentrate on one person and put them at ease, in the midst of many all calling her name. I knew then that she was already the next FM in waiting.

    Like the author, I of course held back. Like I do with all “famous” folk who get close to me…pretending my shyness is courtesy!

    A nice read, Mr B. Thanks for sharing and confirming that my impression of our First Minister was not too far off the mark! 🙂

  19. Grouse Beater says:

    You’re very welcome.

    Glad you found you could empathise with my observations. Please pass essays to others if you feel they’ll do some good. And pop by again.

  20. Sadly, some posts don’t age well, do they..?
    Ah well, fool us once…

    Best wishes to you Gareth.

  21. Grouse Beater says:

    Aye, very true, she hadn’t made a misstep at that time, but no one can claim I never wrote well of her.

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