The Scotsman is «on a suicide mission»; he takes «considerable
pleasure» in
phoning The Times editor John Witherow to chastise its «anti-Scottish bias»; he's incredulous when the Sunday Post splashes on his hotel expenses («it would be possible to meet company CEOs or international dignitaries
at the local Holiday Inn, but I'm not sure how well that would work for Scotland's benefit») and records with relish his attempt to offer a young Telegraph journalist «a packet of liquorice allsorts for good attendance
at every press event».