OOH! I feel a stirring north of the border. A recent reputable poll has 52 per cent of Scots voting in favour of independence. No surprise there.

But wait - it also has 59 per cent of English respondents saying: "Let the Jocks have it. Cut them loose and set them free.

Braveheart and doubles all round." Interesting stuff.

There's a growing resentment on the part of us poor, white, English middle classes that we're paying through the nose to fund a lifestyle of Celtic luxury for the Jocks and the Welsh. Free shortbread in schools, subsidised peat deliveries for pensioners, deepfried Mars Bars for benefits claimants? that sort of thing.

Actually, it's more serious than that. Much more serious.

Let's take university tuition fees, for example. Send your son or daughter to an English institution - or even to Edinburgh - and it'll soon cost you and them £3,000 a year. The McStoodent sitting at the desk next to them (or, more likely, standing at the bar next to them) will have paid nothing, however wealthy their families might be. Is that fair?

Then there's the "National" Health Service, which is patently no such thing. If you suffer from Old Timer's Disease in this country, you will be denied access to the drug Aricept, which helps half of all sufferers, even though it only costs £2.50 a day. In Scotland, you'll get it free, no questions asked.

If you suffer from bone cancer in this country, you won't be given the drug Velcade, which cuts the risk of death by 41 per cent in the first year of treatment. In Scotland you will, at a cost of £18,000 for a full cycle of treatment.

If you suffer from a brain tumour in this country, you won't be given the drug Gliadel, which extends life at a cost of £5,200 a course. In Scotland you will. I could go on. And on. From lung cancer to osteoporosis, from blindness to myelomas, those north of the border are granted free access to life-enhancing and life-prolonging drugs that are denied to the poor bloody English.

You don't even have to be ill to suffer from this reverse apartheid.

Grow old and weary in Scotland and you will benefit from free nursing care for the elderly. Down here, you'll be forced to sell your family home to pay for your meals on wheels. Is that fair?

I suppose we shouldn't be surprised at this blatant unfairness.

After all, just look at the McMafia who make up our ruling classes.

Scotchers in positions of serious power include the Prime Minister; Mr Gordon Brown; bar room bruiser and Home Secretary John Reid; Lord Charlie "Flatmate" Falconer, Secretary of State; Des Browne, Secretary of State for deploying Our Boys to political advantage; Alistair Darling, Secretary of State for Trade and Industry; Michael "Lickspittle" Martin, Speaker of the House of Commons; and Lord Irvine, former Lord Chancellor and Blah buddy.

And Kirsty Young, presenter of Desert Island Discs. I could go on.

And on.

In fact there are over 100 Scottish-born MPs in Westminster.

More importantly, there's the notorious West Lothian Question.

The Scots have their own Parliament, governing their own affairs. Yet 60 MPs representing Scottish constituencies sit at Westminster, happily voting away on key English policies such as education, health, and law and order without any responsibility or accountability. Is that fair?

Scotland has brought us many good things: Buckfast Tonic Wine, wee Jimmy Krankie, Carol Smilie and tramps. But the mood amongst the notoriously tolerant and welcoming English is changing. We are tired of being treated as mugs, cud-chewingly content to have our pockets picked by border raiders.