OK, so there’s a brand new short story written by me in today’s Scotsman. It’s called THE FUNERAL CRASHER, a typically cheery wee thing, and they managed to find a miserable picture of me in their archives to go along with it. (Also, as an aside, the photo is outside The Salisbury Arms, which gets a mention in the story, clever.)
Aye so, here it is. Enjoy! Would love to know what you think.