
The Priest in the Night
Allistair J Burt
One night last year, after a long shop in the supermarket I drove to my flat, where I got my flat mate Gav to give me a hand up the stairs with my purchases. I then stuck a lasagne in the oven and went to park the car.
As I park I meet my mate Duire on Pollokshaws Road. Durie has been at an NHS training class where he and his fellow nurses have been learning self-defence. The class finished at 2pm and they have been drinking since. He is pretty hammered and giggling. I go over to chat to him. ... (continues)


