Good Friday. The day my Brother laid down his life for me. For us and the idea of us, together. The embodiment of love, and we crucified him. The earth weeping and covered in darkness.

Or simply – a good Friday.

Friday 19th September, Scotland. Which will it be?

Whichever side we’ll be divided passionately. Let it be not for long and not deeply. We aren’t even close to seventy times seven .