The sheen ay ma polished dress shoes reflects artificial light fae the street back at me fae the fitwell ay the taxi. Wee chaotic bursts an fragments...
We’re up the Castle Street end ay the Royal Infirmary; a crumblin Victorian relic ay a hoaspital. The stuff ay nightmares, the place; encrusted as it...
It’s startin tae get dark when we get tae the other side ay the Ben . When McDade sais we didnae huv tae go up it, it wis either blind optimism or a...