Late in the Evening in Edinburgh's Sheep Heid Inn, one of the most frequented and renowned pubs in the city, a greyhound, far along in its years, lays fast asleep in a warm corner, raising its head only occasionally to, with only the slightest inclination of interest, survey the curious scene before it. Ewan Willison sits atop a bar stool, a pint of St. Andrew's Ale on the counter behind him, turned towards a small gathering of working class, city Scots. Ewan has never been one for the politics of distance, in which one campaigns from afar with little more than posters and the occasional public appearance. Rather, he wants nothing more than to sit with the men and women of Scotland face to face, pint to pint, in the streets of his beloved city and impress upon them the promise and need of a revitalized Scottish National Party.
"Now, you see... I've been around Britain and the world. Served in the Navy and spent many a good year of youth in London, but nothin' beats ever beats this right here. A proper Scottish pub and a proper Scottish pint where a Scot can talk to Scots about the politics of the Scots. Man to man, Scot to Scot. But it doesn't seem like that in politics these days, does it. No! Tory or Labour, it's the same thing every election year. They put up their posters and tell us Scots why they are clearly the proper choice of the Scottish people."
His remarks elicit a wave of half-hearted, but knowingly agreeing nods among the pubs patrons.
"Well I'll tell you, there's some good in those Tory's and there's some good in those Labour folks, but when it comes to it they're just good parties for the English. No I won't tell ya they've never done a single good thing for a Scot, but it's about damned time we Scots took our politics into own hands. Maybe we might start electing some MP's from the good ol' SNP. We're still here and we're rearin' for a fight in every constituency of this district. And, perhaps you haven't heard it, but you can't say that soon, 'cause I'm tellin' ya now, I'm running for Parliament in the very near future and I'm rearin' for that fight and, let me tell ya... You better make me fight like hell to earn your vote.