The mair observant among yis will have noticed that Ah hivnae bothered til post much this past wile. This is partly down til the fact that January is a notoriously quiet month in Irish Palitics, an' true til form nathin' o' interest has happened, either in the North or the Free State. The o'er raison is that Ah was a high falutin' spakin' toor o' the Orange Halls o' the Far Aist, takin in Red China, Burma, Malaya, Siam an' o'er antiquated countries. Ah was priviliged til lecture oan Ulster Scots matters til lodges as widespread as Peking Purple Helmets, Rangoon Rising Sons o' Paisley an' Bangkok Brown Star. Ah wus alsae arrested briefly.
However Ah hiv bin duely poked frae ma jet lag by yin o' ma loyal raiders who his pointed oot that elections are imminent an' thit Gerry is runnin riot in the Free State, astoundin' young an' auld with his knowledge o' economics. Mair pertinant is the fack that the Chief Executive jab at the Ulster Scots Agency his come up, an' nae better man than messel til git in fur it. Oddly this jab was directed til me by yin o' ma raiders wha spatted it in the Irish News. Whit in the name o' Lord Laird are they puttin' it in thon paper fur, sure it is oany read by the o'er surt an' folk pretendin' til be the o'er surt, when they accidentally fine themselfs in the wrang pub.
Anyway, Ah hiv duly escreeded the wee cuddy at Price Watterhoose Coupers fur til get an application pack, as ye will see belaw, an' will frae thence take yis through how Ah fulfill the criterions.