The Scotsman printed my last letter after all, only a week after I'd sent it. I wasn't expecting them to print it at all, let alone completely unedited, including the cheap dig at the fundie troll that I'd deliberately put in there. Possibly there is some relation to the fact that it comes only a day after he'd had published a rather nasty, hateful and homophobic piece of blatant religious bigotry, which had half-convinced me to stop treating this like a game.
On the other hand, it's quite likely that the Scotsman hacks had their office Christmas party last night (the women's section would imply as much), and they needed some copy fast so they could get out early.
Good times, good times.
And now, back to Castrovalva.