Central - GLA | McDade | drags me tae ma feet, ‘Mone | |
Central - GLA | McDade | bends doon an tails it, ‘Mo | |
Central - GLA | McDade | emerges fae the folk that ur | |
Central - GLA | McDade | looks at me, his stupit grin | |
Central - GLA | McDade | ’s maw, Trisha. She’s sitt | |
Central - GLA | McDade | wis eyeballin me. ‘Here, ur | |
Central - GLA | McDade | ’s curled up in the foetal p | |
Central - GLA | McDade | stoaps in his tracks, turnin | |
Central - GLA | McDade | ’s loiterin at the door ay t | |
Central - GLA | McDade | looks at me an ah nod ma heid | |
Central - GLA | McDade | ’s took his cap aff an is tr | |
Central - GLA | McDade | ’s closin the gap doon, his | |
Central - GLA | McDade | leans in an whispers in ma ea | |
Central - GLA | McDade | came later. Wan day oer in th | |
Central - GLA | McDade | passes the lassies their drin | |
Central - GLA | ingly, the gear’s finished ( | McDade | hud insisted oan victory line |
Central - GLA | ‘Granda, ye awright? Here, | McDade | , Pearcey! Gies a fuckin haun, |
Central - GLA | ay wan such exam fur English, | McDade | an Pearcey hud been oan at me |
Central - GLA | se calm veneer ay the lochan, | McDade | dived in, swam beneath an pul |
Central - GLA | ‘Get it doon, | McDade | ! That wis ma Granny’s.’ D |
Central - GLA | ans were we won the argument, | McDade | an cunts like him sleep sound |
Central - GLA | e ever been tae see the cunt, | McDade | ’s maw still seared in ma mi |
Central - GLA | le. Scanlon’s cousin an aw, | McDade | . He wis aff his tits, that da |
Central - GLA | here, man.’ the other boay, | McDade | sais, ‘ . . . aw these wee |
Central - GLA | ore lookin up tae the windae. | McDade | an the lassies ur awready wal |
Central - GLA | k it oot him mare than wance. | McDade | was resolute though, cos me a |
Central - GLA | a look as we exit the booth. | McDade | deflects his curiosity by tel |
Central - GLA | ah’ve witnessed tae masel. | McDade | will only say somethin stupit |
Central - GLA | mehin aboot just restin them. | McDade | ’s openin a boatle ay Bud Ic |
Central - GLA | him he’s finished wae him. | McDade | ’s maw is greetin, mascara r |
Central - GLA | iss the commotion at the van. | McDade | ’s oot, swingin a sweepin br |
Central - GLA | s they appear oan the landin. | McDade | ’s wearin a bran new green a |
Central - GLA | tae it noo. This is happenin. | McDade | an Pearcey charge efter him a |
Central - GLA | nna as we spill oot the door. | McDade | crashes intae the boay wae th |
Central - GLA | gh the room. Palpable, it is. | McDade | bounds away fae the table tae |
Central - GLA | h oan tae. ‘How ur you Mrs. | McDade | ? How’s Ronnie gettin oan?†|
Central - GLA | nin roon an raisin his gless. | McDade | looks at me, bemused. |
Central - GLA | ‘Aye, that’s right. | McDade | . . . ah mean, Paul, pult me o |
Central - GLA | din’t ah? Nae party like a | McDade | party man. Fuckin party ay th |
Central - GLA | core Une Fais by Sash. Trisha | McDade | waves oer at us fae the midst |
Central - GLA | little consequence, as Trisha | McDade | phoned a few days efter we go |
Central - GLA | uv ye furgoat that!’ Trisha | McDade | sais. |
Central - GLA | tae huv just aboot convinced | McDade | tae get back in the van. ‘H |
Central - GLA | hine as ah wis, ah’d joined | McDade | an Pearcey in a flirtation wa |
Central - GLA | hes, insteid drawin blood fae | McDade | ’s beak wae a retaliatory bl |
Central - GLA | id ducks an wriggles free fae | McDade | ’s grip at the same time. †|
Central - GLA | been oan it right through fae | McDade | ’s birthday. Ah’d managed |
Central - GLA | s, laughin an wipin sweat fae | McDade | ’s brow, flickin the perspir |
Central - GLA | so ah dae!’ Donna sais, tae | McDade | ’s immediate, an obvious dis |
Central - GLA | Ah shake ma heid an look tae | McDade | who shrugs his shoulders an h |
Central - GLA | n.’ ah sais, catchin up tae | McDade | an pullin him back by his sho |
Central - GLA | if ah wis you.’ ah sais tae | McDade | , comin back tae ma senses. |
Central - GLA | a few digs an offerin it tae | McDade | who uncharacteristically, kno |
Central - GLA | up. It fails in any case wae | McDade | seemingly resolutely snorin l |
Central - GLA | in an ah’m jumpin aboot wae | McDade | an Pearcey’s bouncin aboot |
Central - GLA | ce the trip tae the bothy wae | McDade | an Pearcey, an the incident. |
Central - GLA | eyes fae the daylight an see | McDade | , wan airm roon Pearcey, the o |
Central - GLA | ?’ they laugh an ah kin see | McDade | tensin up, hauns clenched, th |
Central - GLA | ok oot fur each other oan the | McDade | — an it’s affshoots — f |
Central - GLA | ’s three generations ay the | McDade | clan an their affiliates gaun |
Central - GLA | Aw kiddin aside, Ronnie | McDade | ’s a fuckin screwball so the |
Central - GLA | ot intae the car park. Ronnie | McDade | ’s takin his jaiket aff an b |
Central - GLA | ‘Fuck sake | McDade | , don’t keep us in suspense |
Central - GLA | ble trannie next tae us while | McDade | gets the drinks in. He’s be |
Central - GLA | rds the Broomloan Rear, where | McDade | sais we’re sittin. ‘That |
Central - GLA | me tae the Masonic Hall where | McDade | ’s twinty-first party’s be |
Central - GLA | ‘Here | McDade | , huv ye seen Pearcey yet? He |
Central - GLA | es alang, rattlin away, afore | McDade | ’s heel intervenes an crushe |
Central - GLA | an alang the path a bit afore | McDade | decides tae skin up while weâ |
Central - GLA | €˜This place is somethin else | McDade | . How’d ye find oot aboot it |
Central - GLA | te ma Granda gied us an watch | McDade | as he strides back tae the ta |
Central - GLA | Ah want tae speak, tae thank | McDade | but ma senses ur still numb. |
Central - GLA | just be the gear but ah think | McDade | ’s maw wis makin eyes at me |
Central - GLA | ‘Paul | McDade | !’ Donna sais, in mock outra |
Central - GLA | anny. . . Danny Coyle, ah’m | McDade | ’s mate.’ |
Central - GLA | uum in their Vauxhall Nova an | McDade | ’s glarin at thum, his stare |
Central - GLA | ae coal an log cuttins. Me an | McDade | huddle roon it, nestled in a |
Central - GLA | ay pre-rollers each an me an | McDade | grab another few boatles. Ah |
Central - GLA | It culminated in me an | McDade | huvin a square go ootside the |
Central - GLA | tae the toilet, leavin me an | McDade | , ‘Ah cannae settle doon her |
Central - GLA | inducin strides leavin me an | McDade | tae walk in silence, the crun |
Central - GLA | bolt alang the Clyde path an | McDade | launches the blade intae the |
Central - GLA | aff again when we get back an | McDade | ’s buzzin aboot the table, c |
Central - GLA | square go aboot a year ago an | McDade | punched his cunt in, ever sin |
Central - GLA | oan the wee interior light an | McDade | opens another couple ay beers |
Central - GLA | , right-haun side – the wan | McDade | sais is McNulty’s. |
Central - GLA | lk alang tae the phoneboax an | McDade | phones Johnny Scanlon tae see |
Central - GLA | oot the irony tae Pearcey an | McDade | but couldnae be bothered wae |
Central - GLA | pended in the sky. ‘Ye seen | McDade | ?’ Pearcey sais tae me, walk |
Central - GLA | e other side ay the Ben. When | McDade | sais we didnae huv tae go up |
Central - GLA | n, unwillin tae leave it when | McDade | rushes in fae naewhere an dig |
Central - GLA | Masons. Broke his heart when | McDade | announced his allegiance tae |
Central - GLA | anymare. Scanlon’s oer gien | McDade | ’s da whit fur, callin him f |
Central - GLA | rin their colours - includin | McDade | , who’d took aff ma jayket a |
Central - GLA | an takin several gulps. Seein | McDade | ’s face drap at ma greedy en |
Central - GLA | whilst simultaneously ensurin | McDade | ’s lauded as some sort ay ne |
Central - GLA | t them in.’ ah sais, leavin | McDade | tae suffer the verbal onslaug |
Central - GLA | stically puttin his airm roon | McDade | who’s come back doon slight |
Central - GLA | happens tae be walkin by. Oer | McDade | ’s shoulder Stevie McShane m |
Central - GLA | edged fur understatement, oor | McDade | . |
Central - GLA | is an insurmountable task fur | McDade | . Nae danger. |
Central - GLA | e Moses partin the Red Sea as | McDade | hauds the tray ay glesses abo |
Central - GLA | awl ay his ain fabrication as | McDade | stoats taewards us, drenched |
Central - GLA | We come tae a stoap as | McDade | crouches doon an goes intae h |
Central - GLA | , no unreasonably, replies as | McDade | sooks the milky hash smoke in |
Central - GLA | ahead!’ he sais. He rushes | McDade | wae the blade, drawin his air |
Central - GLA | me wan night efter work, sais | McDade | wanted us tae go oan a wee tr |
Central - GLA | ay the overworked barmaid is | McDade | ’s cousin, Johnny Scanlon an |
Central - GLA | Where, exactly ur ye takin us | McDade | ?’ ah sais, still no privy t |
Central - GLA | ur us tae foallie. Ah look at | McDade | an mooth the words, ‘whit t |
Central - GLA | in.’ Donna sais, pointin at | McDade | , afore lightin a fag she pull |
Central - GLA | din ay him talkin aboot it at | McDade | ’s party. |
Central - GLA | e main room where ah’d left | McDade | an Pearcey. They’re still o |
Central - GLA | ‘Leave it | McDade | . It’s no his fault.’ ah s |
Central - GLA | wry smile as ah consider whit | McDade | would make ay it. ‘Danny bo |
Central - GLA | it remains ay the soggy joint | McDade | gied me, ah stare intently - |
Central - GLA | cunt. Say whit ye want aboot | McDade | but he’s goat that look doo |
Central - GLA | ‘Leave it oot | McDade | . He’s fucked up. We done hi |
Central - GLA | Ah’d huv | McDade | tae listen tae fur a start, t |
Central - GLA | consoled by her pals. ‘Hoaw | McDade | , whit the fuck wis aw that ab |
Central - GLA | did he go?’ The absence ay | McDade | leaves me in nae doubt who th |
Central - GLA | d, it’d be purely tae annoy | McDade | an given he’s leased his so |
Central - GLA | ‘ | McDade | ’s goat us tickets fur the g |
Central - GLA | situation fae gaun south. ‘ | McDade | , forget aboot it. These thing |
Central - GLA | you fuckin start ya prick!’ | McDade | snaps back. |
Central - GLA | AASSSSS! FUCKIN BRATTBAKK!’ | McDade | shouts, clampin ma heid betwe |
Central - GLA | , FUCKIN SHOT MATE! BINGO!’ | McDade | shouts, approachin the poor c |
Central - GLA | t. We’re no gien up noo!’ | McDade | sais, his internal charlie ra |
Central - GLA | just wearin a trackie tap!’ | McDade | sais, his intolerance fur him |
Central - GLA | man, Danny. Fuckin belter!’ | McDade | sais, slappin ma back an putt |
Central - GLA | n us. ‘Fuckin arseholes!’ | McDade | sais, makin sure they heard h |
Central - GLA | mone then! Shetto Tigers!’ | McDade | wails intae the cunt’s bloo |
Central - GLA | oot tae us. ‘Gies that!’ | McDade | sais, snatchin it aff him. |
Central - GLA | TTIN IT YA JUNKIE BASTART!’ | McDade | screams, boundin alang in pur |
Central - GLA | R ME IN THE PARK THAT DAY!’ | McDade | shouts efter me, an ah feel e |
Central - GLA | n skelp this cunt Pearcey!’ | McDade | ’s pleadin, the deceptively |
Central - GLA | at them the day Danny boy!’ | McDade | sais, hoarsely. ‘Ye gettin |
Central - GLA | starts! Tiocfaidh ár lá!’ | McDade | sais, gien thum the “wanker |
Central - GLA | flat, ‘Right! Oan three,’ | McDade | sais, ‘ . . . lift the arse |
Central - GLA | the fuckin wan Daniel San,’ | McDade | sais, ‘How did ah no think |
Central - GLA | man, yer no dain it right,’ | McDade | sais, ‘ . . . ye need mare |
Central - GLA | ot. ‘There it’s there.’ | McDade | sais pointin alang the glen w |
Central - GLA | them, thirty-first minute.’ | McDade | sais, ‘MONE TAE FUCK CELLIC |
Central - GLA | e were a fuckin screwball.’ | McDade | sais, proppin himsel up oan m |
Central - GLA | name it. Ma da knows him.’ | McDade | sais oot the side ay his moot |
Central - GLA | ace fur bringin up a wean.’ | McDade | sais. |
Central - GLA | evie. Bran new. Sound man.’ | McDade | sais. |
Central - GLA | man, ma nerves ur janglin.’ | McDade | sais, ‘Fancy a wee livener |
Central - GLA | oot. Na man, no happenin.’ | McDade | sais, resolutely. |
Central - GLA | fur any cunt tae staiy in.’ | McDade | sais, sagely, enjoyin his pos |
Central - GLA | cShane sais tae come doon.’ | McDade | sais tae him, ‘ . . . sais |
Central - GLA | fur this. We need tae go.’ | McDade | sais, grabbin them by the air |
Central - GLA | ien a fuck whit age ye ur.’ | McDade | replies, wae some authority a |
Central - GLA | e, there a box ay matches.’ | McDade | sais pickin them up fae the m |
Central - GLA | n’t fuckin believe this.’ | McDade | sais, suddenly animated. |
Central - GLA | ‘Aye it fuckin is.’ | McDade | sais. |
Central - GLA | ‘Mare ur less.’ | McDade | shrugs, pullin oot a bottle a |
Central - GLA | iy doon. ‘Piece ay piss.’ | McDade | sais, edgin forward, keepin h |
Central - GLA | aws if ye’ve loast that.’ | McDade | spits, nonchalantly. Ah leave |
Central - GLA | ‘Aye we’ve goat it.’ | McDade | sais, nudgin me. |
Central - GLA | he watter an pult him oot.’ | McDade | blurts oot. |
Central - GLA | ‘Fuckin bran new.’ | McDade | sais, ‘Fuckin Colin McRae i |
Central - GLA | 'See?’ | McDade | sais, haudin the money oot in |
Central - GLA | – ah mean, Harry there?’ | McDade | sais, ‘ . . . we’re wanti |
Central - GLA | ‘Where ye fae mate?’ | McDade | sais tae him but the cunt din |
Central - GLA | ‘Ye awright there mate?’ | McDade | sais tae the couch as we sque |
Central - GLA | ˜So, same again then, aye?’ | McDade | sais, ignorin her, ‘ . . . |
Central - GLA | the state ay his dial man?’ | McDade | sais, breathlessly as we slow |
Central - GLA | back, okay ma wee pumpkin?’ | McDade | sais tae Donna, an pinches he |
Central - GLA | s this fuckin cunt wantin?’ | McDade | sais. |
Central - GLA | ‘Did ye fuckin see that?’ | McDade | sais, excitedly. |
Central - GLA | ver goat it fae me, right?’ | McDade | sais, slidin his haun conceal |
Central - GLA | oot the middle man, know?’ | McDade | sais. |