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Who the hell is Sophia Pangloss? Who the hell is Sophia Pangloss? I have asked myself that question many times over many years, and it's a question I think needs answered at last. She is the voice in my head She is my mother speaking She was, and is, a joke She's a nobody She's a voice She is my voice She's crabbit She's witty She's a maven She's a storyteller She's a history, she's a herstory, she's a mystory... I have two voices in my head, one speaks Scots and the other English. On Twitter I originally tried to only tweet in Scots, though the English slipped through, and after the Indyref loss it thrust itself through and I lost my Scots voice for a while. Now, Sophia tweets in Scots, the language she learned at hame, Stuart tweets in English, the language he learned at school. When I speak publicly on Twitter, I picture two audiences; there's Us (us Scots that ken whit ah'm oan aboot), and there's Us and everybody else on Twitter.

My mother is my heart, you know that. She's a biddy that bides up a stair.

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