I’d had my eyeballs sandblasted by storms while crossing endless barren deserts; my shins nibbled by tetchy piranhas when wading through tropical rivers; and my...
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“What’s up? What happened?” “Ah’m no saying anything. Do me a favour and walk down the corridor to the first lounge.” JC was a wee...
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“MASKS! GET OUT!” The words were a violent shock-wave that blasted us two steps backwards, right out the door of the off-license and into the...
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I wanted to read and yet didn't want to read Douglas Stuart's Shuggie Bain, winner of the 2020 Booker Prize. Set in Glasgow in the...
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Guachinche. There's a word for you. It's a lovely word which slips off the tongue like a child down a slide … when you know...
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I never once saw Sandy when he wasn't steamin', out-of-his-skull drunk, weaving anarchically along the pavement between the harbour and the Rowan Bar; our shared...
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