My love for wild swimming first blossomed when I went for a swim in a loch with my mum when I was 17. I remember it being a really tough year, and like any introvert teenager I wasn’t very good at communicating with my mum. 554 more words
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Becoming worryingly sentimental about dogs these days. Wee
Keep watching canine rescue stories and puppy
documentaries on cheap TV and it’s playing with my emotions, man. 159 more words
When a man is tired of Govanhill, he is tired of
life, said Johnson, Rab Johnson fae Torrisdale Street.
Well Rab, I’m knackered, mate, mostly because you and Tracey won’t shut the fuck up with the loud music and the screaming all through the night and the people shouting up at your window from the street all day, you know? 125 more words