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No problems in local Labour Party – claim

Labour failure Donald Crichton was given much of page 3 of the Stornoway Gazette to tell us all why the local party is not falling apart despite having a vile homophobe trying to call the shots.

Ach, he claimed, there was no split at all at all. Everything’s fine.

“It’s only a few people trying to sow seeds of disunity within the party. This is a non-story …” blah, blah, blah, he snorted in his usual interesting style which so seems to ape his lord and master, Red Ed. Sorry, maybe not lord. That just came out.

Only a few people? Not according to the people who called up me earlier. They’re not happy the church elder is not only ignoring them but also publicly belittling them. He is also ignoring letters to him suggesting he is not a fit and proper person to be involved. What else did he say? Well, Mr Crichton really turned on the PR charm big-style in his Gazette interview.

“I am being portrayed in an internet blog (er, is there any other kind of blog?) as bigoted and homophobic and if you are trying to link it with the party directly you are treading on very dangerous ground, I would say, as a newspaper.”

Gosh. As well as being a bigot, he is also a newspaper. All that as well as being a threatening, charmless homophobe whose sentences make as much sense as his pathogical hatred of some of God’s own creatures.

Why do I say Mr Crichton is a homophobe? After all, he has gone to great lengths to ensure that certain poor folk who believe everything that comes out of his mouth phone me up and tell me he is not. He is a decent man, they keep insisting.

I still say it because Mr Crichton made it clear himself at Stornoway Primary hustings on May 3. Below is the Hebrides News report which showed everyone how Mr Crichton, in his own words, was prepared to flout the law because he, wrongly and illegally, claimed excluding gays from our islands’ allegedly-welcoming B&Bs was “an issue of conscience”.

So here we had someone standing for the party of equality and fair play for all who, taking his cue from the Free Church elder chairman and rabid homophobe, wanted these businesses run in the manner favoured by the Nazis, the Taliban and the BNP, all of which expressed the desire to curtail the freedoms of people whose sexuality they disapproved of.

As far as we know, Mr Crichton has never apologised for having made a mistake with those awful remarks. Yeeuch, it sickens me to think how low the once-great Labour Party, who I campaigned for myself as a teenager, has plummeted when such people are allowed to represent it.

VisitHebrides, on the other hand, is full of people who are all open-minded and welcoming to everyone. Yet, puzzlingly, they have simply failed to comment on what Mr Crichton said that night about B&B operators’ rights to refuse people they suspect of limp wrists, lisps or even too-dusky complexions. Maybe they too think the laws banning discrimination does not apply in the good ol’ Western Isles. Maybe we should just ask VisitScotland.

The sole candidate to suggest defying the law on this point, Mr Crichton’s seemingly-innocuous but actually hateful answer sparked a Facebook and Twitter backlash at the time, and is partly the reason why Labour is now in bits in the islands. The disgust spread like wildfire. He, and some of them, still can’t see it. The rest of us look on in astonishment.

A member of his audience that night, a local man who had been a regular attender for nearly three years, after confirming that being a homophobe is part of the job description for Free Church elders, told me recently that he vowed never to set foot in that church again after being sickened by Mr Crichton’s comments. What can I say? Apart from well done and remember that some other churches here also encourage similar homophobia.

Sadly, the campaigning and utterly brave Gazette, despite discussing Mr Crichton’s own references to being called a homophobe, failed to put any of these points to Mr Crichton. Observant readers will also note that nowhere in the Gazette piece is Mr Crichton actually quoted as denying he is a homophobe.

Threatening and talking drivel about it, yes, but not actually denying.

That may have something to do with the fact that to extremist members of loony religions that claim, according to the religioustolerance.org website, to revere the Bible – the Baha’i faith, Christianity, Islam, and Judaism – it condemns homosexuality and states that, after death, sexually active lesbians and gays will end up in hell, not heaven.

Religious homophobia is not just homophobia and a crime like any other but it has been accepted in the courts of this land already as being one of the most vicious and heartless of all.

HEBRIDES NEWS   May 3, 2011
The debate chairman Murdo Murray raised a personal predicament with the law obliging him to go against his conscience and provide a double bed for a gay couple in his own home.
He said: “I want to say no if a homosexual couple wanted a bed but under the law I couldn’t refuse.”
Peter Morrison “totally disagreed with Murdo.”
Donald Crichton highlighted: “It is an issue of conscience and the state should not intervene over who you do or don’t have in your home.”
Alasdair Allan said: “If it’s a B&B then it is none of your business what people are and you shouldn’t be asking.“ He pointed out any B&B is a commercial enterprise and is not allowed to discriminate.
Charlie McGrigor said: “I don’t recall Jesus saying you can’t be homosexual. I appreciate it is your house but once you become a business you open up to the outside world.”
Roddy Cunningham asked Alasdair Allan “what role does government have telling businesses who they can deal with?” He pointed out banks reject people every day.
Mr Allan replied that businesses were banned from discriminating against people on the basis of being gay.

Isles Labour imploding

Any truth in the rumour that the Labour Party in the islands has now not only lost its chairman but also secretary Brian Chaplin as the new religious right-wingers, and their sycophants, become more entrenched?  The betting has already begun about who will replace them. Who do you think? Does Charlie Nicolson really, really want it?

Why Alex Salmond needs Donald to stop him ending up in court

Press and Journal June 20, 2011

Sitting here laden with all my Fathers’ Day presents, I can’t help thinking how lucky I am. Who else gets a boxful? I’d better unwrap them and see what I’ve got from my wonderful loving family. What on earth’s this? It’s one of those ear hair trimmer things. Do I need one of them? Must have been on special offer. I know how my other half can’t resist a bargain. Bless.

Look, a book. Yay. What’s it called? How To Teach A Man To Cook. My family are so thoughtful. They know that I have been looking for one that’s got a bit on how to make the perfect sausage sandwich. And what’s this? I expected something a bit bigger and made of glass. A screwdriver? That’ll be another hint from Mrs X to fix that kitchen cupboard. Is that it?

The one day of the year when I should be spoiled, given expensive presents and served in bed with a sumptuous breakfast of caviar and hand-picked grapes dropped onto my tongue from the fair hand of a buxom wench, and what happens? My family, including the big wench, is still up there snoring away and I’ve come down to find a pile of the most useless presents a man has ever had. Oi, you up there, where’s my bottle of malt? And there’s no batteries in this strimmer.

No, it’s not the thought that counts. I was looking forward to a bottle of something fine and warming to enjoy within the fine and warm bosom of my family. Now I have to wait until next March to get my revenge.
Don’t you worry; I’ll remember to forget Mother’s Day.

One organisation that didn’t forget to help out someone else was Western Isles Council. They set themselves the task of finding ways to help BBC Alba, the Gaelic TV channel, now that every man and his dog can see Donald Macsween presenting the Gaelic version of One Man And His Dog because it’s all now on Freeview.

Our great councillors had been scratching their heads to think of ways to come with fresh and interesting content that does not impact on vital budgetary considerations and overall strategic objectives. That means something cheap or which costs nothing at all. They talked about the need to put on a Gaelic drama series; a soap with storylines that would grip the nation. Just one problem; the cost. Drama is hugely expensive. All these actors, producers and directors would want to be paid.

These TV people are so greedy, said one councillor who forgot to mention that he has not one, not two, but three jobs. Hmm, it’s a real problem. “By jove,” shouts one elected member, “I think I’ve got it. Why don’t we broadcast every council committee’s proceedings. People will see us working hard on their behalf and it’ll be very interesting. It’s all about openness.”

Openness? What he actually meant was that he considered himself a bit of an inspiring orator. He could see himself on his feet at the licensing board meetings proposing that the latest application for Sunday opening be thrown out for the health of the community. Our eloquent elected member would then look at the camera and raise a knowing eyebrow, à la Roger Moore, before resuming his seat to thunderous applause, foot stomping and whoops of “Way to go, a’ Thormoid,” from all the Free Church elders packed into the public gallery. Note to council: You will need more seats up there because the upcoming split in the Church of Scotland means there will be far more of those Wee Frees packed into licensing board meetings soon.

Hey, could be a good plan. Cheap too. The Beeb could just send Sweeny down with his camera. He could leave it switched on and go off to do a sheepdog programme as long as he remembers to come back last thing at night to switch it off. Not everyone was sure of the plan for a Live From The White House daily show. One member, diplomatically avoiding any suggestion that some councillors are extremely boring speakers, raised the possibility that wall-to-wall council meetings could be too much for many viewers and that it could just put them to sleep.

What? Ridiculous notion. They were all bemused by any such suggestion.
Donald Martin of BBC Alba is a wily Harrisman – and we all know how careful Hearachs are when it comes to spending money. He made it clear that these upstanding pillars of the community were far from being a dull shower while also doing away with any need to spend £10 million on a Gaelic soap. He looked the councillors straight in their 62 eyes and said: “We don’t need to spend money on drama. You already have it here.”

The bewildered members just looked at each other. They’re probably still wondering what he meant by that. See? It’s that kind of cunning wickedness of the pure-bred Hearach that Scotland needs. If Alex Salmond, just to take one example, had that lightness of touch so delightfully exemplified by Donald, he wouldn’t be at loggerheads with every eminent judge in the land or be in the slightly awkward position of having some of the best legal brains in the country threatening to sue the pants off him.

He would have been far better picking up the phone, calling Donald Martin and asking him what was the best way to call the judiciary a bunch of numpties without irking them enough to threaten reprisals. It’s not what you say but how you say it. For instance, I’m still mad with Mrs X for my rubbish Father’s Day. I won’t tell her directly, of course. However, if you see her, you could mention to her that when I was shopping recently, the checkout assistant saw me reaching for a plastic bag.
“Sir, would you like a bag for life?” she beamed, helpfully.
“No thanks,” I snapped. “I’m already married.”

Religionists who broke Labour Party constitution to be expelled?

I have been passed a copy of a letter to the local Labour Party from a female member. Like many others, she too seems to fear the local party is now “a cesspit of discrimination, dogma and denial” – a recent quote to me from a young member who restricts his Labour activism to Glasgow because of the slide of the party in the isles into the hands of dogmatic religionists.

I have anonymised her letter below. She appears to say the constitution of the Labour Party bans discrimination on grounds of sexuality. Waow. Is this correct? Can we expect resignations from those who flouted the party’s constitution? If they were decent people, I would think so. Alternatively, if the party itself was decent and honest, they should be expelled. Well?

The CLP is obviously every busy getting ready for the next election because, I hear, after four weeks, they have still not found the time to let her have the courtesy of a reply. And what does the Donald John Macsween she quotes think?

I

The Secretary                                                                                      18th May 2011
Western Isles Constituency Labour Party
ADDRESS DELETED

Dear Sir,

I write to you to voice my concerns about certain aspects of the recent Election Campaign,
and ask for clarification from the C.L.P. Executive.

I joined the Labour Party after reading coverage of a speech by Donald John Macsween, an inspiring  speech about the equality of humanity. In this speech he stressed that he believed the Labour Party
was the party of everybody, and indeed that they were the champions of the oppressed and the
discriminated against.

You cannot imagine my shock at reading the coverage of our candidate for the Scottish
Parliamentary Elections performance at the hustings at Stornoway Primary School. He seemed to
suggest that people who ran businesses in the Western Isles could pick and choose customers on the
basis of their sexuality. This is ridiculous and under Equalities legislation, championed by the Labour
Party, illegal. Was he implying that “Christian” businesses should be encouraged to quiz customers
on their sexuality or to just assume that every male couple are gay? Was he also implying that
Western Isles businesses, under a Labour administration at Holyrood, would be exempt from
Equalities legislation?

The Labour Party states in its constitution that ALL are equal and should not be discriminated against
because of their:
• Religion (faith or creed).
• Race (colour or ethnicity).
• Nationality (actual or implied).
• Disability (physical or mental).
• Sexuality (Gay, lesbian or bisexuality).
• Gender (Corrected or uncorrected, implied or chosen)

Is the Western Isles C.L.P. claiming exemption from this?

I do not even want to consider his views on marriage as he seemed to say that married couples
should have more rights than unmarried couples.

I await your reply.

NAME WITHHELD

When will false prophets murder gays?

I completely reject the attacks on me saying I should keep my nose out of Church of Scotland business. When minorities are attacked and stripped of rights open to others, whether by politicians, churchmen or whomsoever, it is entirely the business of people with reason and compassion to defend them in any civilised society. And to the idiot who claimed I was just making money out of ridiculing Coghill, I don’t get paid for writing on my own blog. Great idea, though. Thank you however to those who sent messages of support.  There are homophobes in most congregations, it seems, but there are still good people in that church. I

A disingenuous news reporter recently wrote that Andrew Coghill warned the General Assembly that ordaining gay ministers would destroy the church. No, it’s him and his deluded followers who are doing that. That is the black truth the splitters are deliberately trying to obscure. By their actions shall ye know them.

Intent on dragging Scotland back into a reign of terror and an anti-gay atmosphere of the kind the Nazis adored, and which the BNP still do, Coghill is just a false prophet spouting the same hateful trash as these warmongers and bloodthirsty extremists.

He is not new to extremism. As a trainee extremist intent on making a name for himself, he gave a sickeningly warm North Lochs welcome to the gruesome Reverend Ian Paisley, who is so dreadfully proud of sectarianism that pitched Protestant against Catholic till blood ran in the streets. Now I am sure Coghill and the numbskulls he so self-assuredly leads are all watching events in Uganda with delight.

The haters in that country are trying to change the law so homosexuals can be simply executed. Just like that. Don’t even think it couldn’t happen here. Zealots are taking power everywhere. Only a small step …

Coghill and company are so brainwashed they claim to be merely returning to what is required in their Bible. Sadly, the Bible they speak of is one that has been interpreted, twisted and rewritten by bigots.

Let everyone be absolutely clear what Coghill wants. Leviticus 20:13 does not say gays should merely be stopped from being preachers in the Church of Scotland. It says all gays should die. Not die but be slaughtered. In fact, bloodily murdered. Executed, exactly as in Uganda, Communist Russia and Nazi Germany. And soon, Luerbost.

By their own vile words, that is the next step for those trying to split the Church of Scotland. Because it’s in their Bible and that is what they say they must follow.

If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination: they shall surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them. — Lev.20:13

So murder it is then. Anything else would be hypocrisy.

People of reason will hope – and those of proper Christian faith and understanding will pray – that Matheson Road’s High Kirk will reject Hitler’s and Coghill’s unnatural lust to judge anyone – especially those born gay. Sadly, from what I hear, compassion and love have long since left that building.

Even if you too believe everything in the bible, remember it warns of people like Coghill.

Dear friends, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God, because many false prophets have gone out into the world.
1 John 4:1

I was advised earlier tonight that Coghill and his henchmen have loadsa money and that they will sue me for suggesting they may soon begin to murder homosexuals. No, they will not sue. Because I have their training manual – and how and why they are going to do it is all in there. The only question is when.

Islands’ Labour Party in meltdown

It is not just Stornoway High Church that is split and falling apart. The local Labour Party is in meltdown, according to many whispers on Facebook and elsewhere. The post-mortem into the election fiasco continues with a bitter split apparently between those with the magnificent politics degrees on one side and the experienced foot soldiers on the other.

Advice from people who have walked the walk is just not welcome, we learn. “They are just not listening,” seems the universal complaint.

Last week’s meeting didn’t go well, according to one online blow-by-blow report. The politically-correct insider wrote: “The Chair has gone.” I don’t think this is anything to do with rickety furniture. I suspect branch chairman George Ken Macdonald has had enough of herding cats and headed for the exit. Other named people are said to have huffily left the meeting early. Maybe these people of privilege are finding being in a party that is supposed to represent people without privilege is a big ask.

Interestingly, there is new blood waiting in the wings. However, a group of new wannabe activists who want to take up the cause of Keir Hardie told me last week that, after that traumatic election, they don’t want to join the local party while people who spout dogma which is against the party’s deeply-held principles of fairness and freedom are still deeply embedded. Interesting times ahead then and they are promising to keep me informed.

By contrast, my nationalist mole reveals the SNP meeting went on all night “in a spirit of triumphant love and joy”. What have they got that Labour does not? Answers on a postcard.

Exclusive interview with Cardinal Keith O’Brien

Here is the link to my interview with the Cardinal. It is more than 25 minutes long. First of all, I welcomed the Cardinal to Stornoway. Press the arrow to hear how he replied:

I will be talking to Cardinal Keith O’ Brien today

Yes, it is a first for me. I will be interviewing the leader of the Roman Catholic Church in Scotland on Isles FM this afternoon (Friday).  Cardinal Keith O’Brien has come up to this protestant stronghold to mark 50 years of his church’s Stornoway parish. Unlike certain Lewis churchmen, he has agreed to give this sceptic an exclusive interview and I will be asking him whether his stance on segregated education aids only sectarianism, how he felt earlier this year when a nutter sent him a bullet in the post and if there is any chance at all that he is going to be the next Pope. This is the only extended interview the Cardinal is doing and it will all be on Isles FM between 5pm and 6pm.

You can also listen on www.isles.fm – select Tune In Now.

Homophobic ministers troop out of the closet

Many people in the last few days have told of their disappointment that ministers they knew and respected were coming out as homophobes and quitting the new, more accepting Church of Scotland.

I’ve been sent biblical texts purporting to show what they did was right – and others making out what they did was wrong. It’s all very confusing to people without deep knowledge of the gospel and, apparently, just as mind-boggling for those who do.

What is obvious is that these ministers are being seen by many honest islanders as hypocrites. Preaching God’s love while at the same time aggressively causing divisions and encouraging the shunning of some of God’s own creatures goes directly against Jesus’s message, as far as this uninformed observer reads it anyway.

Repulsive zealots always twist things and make themselves out to be the victims while they go on the attack. So Reverend Roddy Macrae said: ” … people like myself who believe the Word is inspired are marginalised and perhaps even treated like a disease within the church.” Poor him.

The other excuse is that it is their true faith that makes them do it, apparently. “Much less could anything but the necessity of faithfulness to the Lord persuade me to embark upon a course of action …” was the mother of wishy-washy excuses from Reverend Andrew Coghill, whose true views have caused utter shock to decent people who thought he was more decent than that.

I suspect these two men, and the many sheep who we are told will follow them, have found a device to celebrate their hatred for homosexuals and, boy, have they embraced it. After all, do Messrs Macrae and Coghill follow the rest of the Word of God? Do they preach the selling of of daughters into slavery as Exodus 21 commands? No? Seriously, why not? Do they preach that eating shellfish is an abomination as Leviticus 11 says they must?

Do they preach against two crops in the same field? Do they command their flocks to shun women once a month? Why do they not ban the touching of pig skin? Or people with defective vision from approaching the altar of God? What about the instructions on the kinds of slaves to have? It’s all there and no they don’t so anyone who wishes to call them hypocrites about the gospel is entitled to call them just that. Theirs is mere pick ‘n’ mix religion; in which they just forget the bits of the Bible that don’t fit their own ghastly prejudices.

Rev Coghill - now further from Heaven than ever. Pic: The Guardian/Observer

Our current media in the north, whether owned by workers or large corporations, shamefully treats any minister – no matter how extremist – with kid gloves. I’ve just been looking at back copies and our craven newspapers are more sycophantic now than they were 30 years ago. Timid and irrelevant, our local press, each with its awful Free Church writer firmly installed to spread fear and spew bile, are now a waste of time and out of step with the majority of their readers. Yet their brown-tongued general managers and utterly unimaginative editors still tell their bosses they can’t figure out why circulation is falling.

As far as I can see, not one section of the press has challenged these grim homophobes in dog collars whose views are closer to the BNP, the Nazis and Muslim fundamentalists than Jesus. We should be proud to have a free press – shame we can’t be proud of the creeps who run our free press.

As a local minister, Mr Coghill was invited by me to discuss hypocrisy and church-wrecking on radio. Oh no, absolutely not; wouldn’t lower himself.

Many people may now feel themselves entitled to think it rank hypocrisy that  ministers selectively preach a small part of the Gospel to home in on a single topic – on which Jesus actually said little, if anything at all – as a way to flaunt their own aggressive church-splitting ambitions.

That we have in our midst such so-called men of God – and there are other shameful examples – shows people of reason how power-mad and unbalanced ministers can become.  They are the perverted ones – paying little heed to the loving, forgiving example of Jesus to which, in reality, they pay mere lip service.

If there is anybody out there, I’m stuck here in the cupboard

Published: Press and Journal 23 May 2011

It was a fantastic idea of my wife’s to get me into this cupboard underneath the stairs to wait for the end of the world by earthquakes and bolts from on high.
The carnage must have happened already while I was having a wee kip. Now I can’t open the cupboard door so I suspect the house has been reduced to rubble and there are big ollacks piled up in what was our hall. Still, I’m alive.

Maybe they weren’t so lucky down South Harris way where all the houses are built on sand. And Benbecula. And Eriskay. Thankfully, I have my laptop here to keep in touch with anyone who is still out there. Amazingly, the email still works but I had better not look at any webpages to save the battery. Scenes of devastation around Sandwick Road would just upset me terribly.

With no way of knowing what it’s like out there, I shall carry on as normal in the hope that at least the Press and Journal building is still standing. All that granite over there in the North East probably means it will be the last to crumble under thunderbolts and tremors that shoot off the Richter scale.

I hadn’t thought much about it until Mrs X announced she wasn’t going to do any shopping. No point in getting bananas and beans if the world is coming to an end. Good thinking, honey. Let’s save our cash for a rainy day. The thing is that my missus is mischievous. No, not just in that good way. She went in town and ordered as many luxury items as she could on the never-never.

It was amazing how many shopkeepers here in Stornoway didn’t actually believe the world was going to end. They gave her whatever she wanted on the slate. Ach, it’s their own fault for being so trusting. Washing machines, toasters, TVs, hi-fis, peat cutting machines, you name it. All week we’ve been stacking them up in the living room.

Look, here are some of the bills. She ordered a car, sorry, six cars. And, gosh; a holiday for two in the Seychelles. Well, that was a waste of time. Even if hellfire hasn’t quite reached the Indian Ocean yet, I can’t even get out of this cupboard.
It’s not looking good for me getting an all-over tan anytime soon.

There’s a bill here from a company I don’t recognise. It supplies male escorts. Wonder what that’s all about. Ah, she must have bought one of these old post vans. Can’t beat a reliable Ford when the whole world is falling apart, eh?
She’s so wise, my wife, but that silly company can’t even spell the word mail.
When we heard the dreadful news about the upcoming End of Days, Mrs X wasn’t bothered. Nerves of steel, that one. Her way of dealing with it was to announce that I should run along and get supplies because we were going to have a fantastic party.

What should I get? Oh, just get the usual party stuff and anything else I thought we would need, she advised. So there I was staggering back from Tesco with a couple of bottles of the strong stuff, half a dozen cans and a big bag of Wotsits. Then I realised there was something else I should have got.

Surprisingly, herself was less than impressed when I got back. She wondered why I’d got that huge needle from the Fishermen’s Co-op. So I told her it was for the rupture party and how I was so grateful she was going to have a go at fixing my hernia. She was fizzing. It was supposed to be a Rapture party, apparently. Well, I’d never been to one of them before.

That’s when she suggested I get into this cupboard with one of the bottles. That’s her all over; always thinking of others. I had too many swigs. I must have been flakers when the big shakes shook Stornoway. There was so much on my to-do list before all this Armageddon stuff. I had asked Barack Obama to come up here to Lewis during his trip to the UK. A few years ago, our Harris-based genealogist Chris Lawson discovered the president had connections with the west side of the island. Now Chris has discovered he is a cousin by marriage of Donald Trump. And he is from Tong, of course.

Well, I mean the president could forget looking for cousins in the potato patches of Ireland. He is not O’Bama and his roots aren’t there. They’re right here among the turnips in Tong. Wonder if Barack is one of the Bullers. Or maybe he is related to to the Loudies? Put a pair of glasses and a Rangers top on him, and I think you would be hard pressed to tell him and Brian Loudy apart.
Because of that wonderful fundamentalist Harold Camping and the way he literally and correctly interpreted the Bible in the good old Free Church (Continuing) way, we will never know.

Where is Mrs X? She is so brave, you know. Rather than get into the cupboard wth me, she volunteered to venture out into that awful, dark wilderness formerly known as Bayhead and assess the damage after the first wave of thunderbolts and earthquakes. I was so touched by her selflessness.

Promising to return when she had something to report, she told me to just sit tight in here until then. That was before Britain’s Got Talent on Saturday night and she’s not back yet. I hope she’s alright. If I am the only survivor of this disaster, I had better tidy up this cupboard. Oh look, here are more of the bills for stuff my beloved has ordered in the last few days.

There’s one here for a lock from Kenny Deadly’s DIY shop. A lock? It says it’s ideal for securing any cupboard. Hmm, wonder what she got that for?