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.

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