Would You Send A Dog Out In This?






It is pissing rain. Has been all day. I wouldn't send a dog out into that, never mind a world-renowned novelist. Speaking of which, I haven't seen Mr. Welsh for a few days now. The last time he was sitting in the coffee shop on the corner at the Portobello Bridge, with a woman. If he has any sense he will be on a beach in Thailand or something. Like I wish I fucking was.

In the picture, dodging the droplets is an old lad that lives up the Road. He is always on his own. He shuffles past the window usually twice a day. Normally everybody walks by really fast. Even today, in the pissing rain, he shuffles by at a snails pace. Hence I could get this picture.

I am supposed to be on Thomas Street this afternoon but have become so engaged in this anti-social activity that I have missed the gig.

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