‘HAIL HAIL, THE CELTS ARE HERE, WHAT THE HELL DO WE CARE, WHAT THE HELL DO WE CARE!’ loud singin comes boomin intae ma room fae the street below. The...
There’s silence noo. Mibbe he’s gied up. Christ, he wisnae very persistent. The only sound is the tickin ay the cloack oan the mantelpiece. The door...
Ah wake suddenly wae a start, piecin the gither whit wee fragments ay memory ah kin fae the night afore; any wee vignettes ay whit happened. Ah mind...