What's my line?

It's been a week of touring. Lesley visiting the four corners of Scotland with her film on Norway, and Theresa May punting her Brexit deal to her "precious union". We try and get our heads around just what the PM was trying to achieve with her carefully managed charm offensive. The National, of course, was barred from the Bridge of Weir extravaganza, a genuine own goal as the decision was roundly condemned by journalists of all persuasions. But was this yet another example of Scotland's voice being marginalised over Brexit? Gordon Brown, yes, it's that man again, emerged from the mists of his Fife haven to lambast the Scottish government's handling of the NHS. I, as is my wont, chip in with a few wee reminders of the PFI burden Gordon and his pals have saddled the Scottish public sector with. (Yes, I know I ended that sentence with a preposition). Finally, we consider the recent sightings of Tory politicians at local foodbanks. Here's a hint, we're not best pleased. All the above plus digressions for sightings of windsurfers, payment of window cleaners and memories of 1970s pro-celebrity golf. Prizes, as usual, for spotting the musical allusion in this week's title.