We spend the night out in Glasgow.




The band.


I’m sure that’s who it was.


Heather got the tickets from her brother


was a tabloid journalist

at the time.

At the end of the 80’s.



for whatever reason,

Heather came home with me afterwards.


To our sandstone tenement.


Thick carpets

and I can remember the full-length mirror in the hall

that had no light.


and she stayed the night.


And my mum

was not impressed.


We spooned.


Nothing happened.

Published by rodkersh1948

Trying to understand the world, one emotion at a time.

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