Miserable Bastards (Part 3) You can read part one here: https://paulandrewsneddon.com/2025/07/12/wake-up-juice/ And Part Two here: https://paulandrewsneddon.com/2025/07/23/the-price-of-books/ The bar is dark; neon lights flicker. Someone leaves, and a shaft of late summer natural light breaks in.Ugh, someone shut that door. I take a sip of my drink, house whisky, some kind of liquid. Fuck knows what thisContinue reading “The Bar is Sinking”
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The Price of Books
Miserable Bastards (Part 2) You can read part one here: https://paulandrewsneddon.com/2025/07/12/wake-up-juice/ I look at the two suits I’ve got hanging on the rack, wrapped in plastic.I pull on my jeans, t-shirt, hoodie. Trainers.Standard operating procedure.And I’m out on the street.Bright Glasgow sunshine. What gives?Could get used to this.I’m not wearing sunglasses, just going for aContinue reading “The Price of Books”
Wake Up Juice
Miserable Bastards (Part One): A writer wakes up with a hangover, no plan and a ceiling that’s due to collapse. One second,Two seconds,Three seconds,Four seconds. Time slips away. I open my eyes. The morning is bright.Too bright. Am I alive? My mouth is dry.My head hurts. I can see the patch on the ceiling whereContinue reading “Wake Up Juice”
Sunday Nights
Sunday night in the setting sun,front step sitting now the work is done.The universe is in my veins,I’ve got my phone playing some songs,rock and soul all night long.Close my eyes and breathe it in.Every Sunday, you’ll find me here,some songs and a couple of beers.Take it easy, let it roll.Life moves fast, so gotContinue reading “Sunday Nights”
Pale Horse
Pale horse,running through the woods at night,down the old trails where they never built the houses.Where we played as kids.Am I dreaming?Sitting at that kitchen table,or maybe that old wooden table,where I wrote so many songs when I was starting out.Trying to scrape meaningfrom three chords,and a life as yet unlived.Cup of coffee,maybe a tea,orContinue reading “Pale Horse”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 