I think Scotland had a Saint Andrew once but the Labour Party are a little bit short on that scale - or maybe they think martyrdom might be the way to go? My particular God, Amun Ra, boots me in the bollocks every time I take his name in vain. But sometimes he wins a race and we are friends again. The current bottle was found in the shed and I thought it was Caustic Soda but it didn't have the usual skull and crossbones in thick black all over it so some careful testing confirmed that it was Bundaberg and it's very nice. My wife settled for Stables Pinot Gris. Heartbeat and a couple of Last of the Summer Wine will finish the night.