Getting Hame (after a night oot)

The front door goes, that’s them home. Phew. Its 2.54am and you’ve hardly slept. Try not too worry about them eh but you do, coz you mind (vaguely) what you were like at that age. When I was 18/19, we stayed in Murdoch Terrace and we’d come oot the pub glorious and stoat up theContinue reading “Getting Hame (after a night oot)”