There is this time-worn image of the hardy Scots who never took anything lying down, for Braveheart lived in each and every one. However, the spirit of the nation, which wasn't necessarily the bottled variety, took a battering when, for all his bravado, Jock told the world that it just wasn't in him to cut adrift form Mama's apron strings in Whitehall.

No one is suggesting that Jock is a chicken, as he belongs to a large flock of sheep, a flock of ewes to be precise. Maybe his penchant for haggis has something to do with it.

If his culinary predilections are nothing to write home about, his dress sense is gobsmacking. 

Bullied by every heavyweight from Cameron to Deutsche Bank, Jock cowed and cowered under the relentless onslaught(er) until he ended up (belly up), taking it lying down.

Could it be the case that men who slip into skirts, or whatever they call them -for a skirt is a skirt by any other name - must have very little to hide and a lot less to protect?

Doesn't Jock need a jockstrap?

Is that why Jock in a skirt is never out of kilter?

Joe Genovese

Birkirkara