Last night at about two I was woken by a sharp storm. I have rarely heard it rain so hard; I began to worry that the roof would leak. It struck me as rather an apt omen for stormy things to come. This morning, however, I turned on my computer to see that Scotland had voted No, and that the union would stay together. I should probably be happy: after all I oppose the whole idea of borders and nations, and have expressed my opposition to nationalism of all kinds on here before. Yet part of me regrets the decision the Scots made: the status quo will now remain in place, and Gordon Brown and Alistair Darling have ironically helped CaMoron keep his job. Thus I see advantages and disadvantages. In fact I feel quite torn over the entire affair, especially now English nationalists like Farage have started to use the outcome to their advantage. The only thing I can do, however, is sit back and watch how things now unfold. The sky may have cleared, and the voting may be over, yet I suspect even bigger storms may now have started to brew.