Life is a firecracker sometimes, and sometimes it’s a little bar like this. This just suits me down to the ground. The Harbour Pub, it never stops surprising me just how many people it fits when it looks like someone’s front room. The library round the corner, quiet on a Tuesday afternoon. Get a bookContinue reading “Out of Habit”
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Mobile Home
The summer nights get cold here. Seems counterintuitive, but that’s just how it is. I spent the last of my retirement money on this mobile home. We’ll just drive around, sleep where we stop. We’ve been bumping around inside it like two feral cats, and it’s turning into a blood sport. I drink straight fromContinue reading “Mobile Home”
Rugby Park, May 2026 Drinking a pint of Pepsi max.Changed days now. Plate of ham and chips, A fried egg and HP sauce. Cup of tea, I’m done. Pull on my hat and scarf. Two pairs of socks, big coat. Going to the football in May. Hugill got the double, Lowery hit a rocket. WeContinue reading
Escape
This is Chapter 12 of my book “Follow the Light” And we are off, bleary-eyed, into the Ayrshire morning. Emmy looks gorgeous, her short blonde hair and a smile that I would never tire of seeing. My car sitting on the street coughs up a cloud of exhaust fumes as I turn the key. AContinue reading “Escape”
Night Shift
Eddie drove down the main road, music playing loud. He was sure he was the only guy in Ayrshire playing 90s rock down the back roads. Definitely the only one still using CDs. What was it they called his favourite bands now? Classic rock. Fuck off. Jean had been saying,“Why not just go the wholeContinue reading “Night Shift”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 