Silence

Last year was one of those books I will leave half-read. It dragged and I didn't understand half the references. This year will be different. I have a psychological thriller in mind.

I barely made it out of bed to leave me time for a quick slow, panting pedal down to Clydebank and back before dark. Along the river bank at Yoker, a man walking his dog stopped to share my view of a warship docked upstream. With the open-eyed enthusiasm of one still floating on alcohol, he told me how eerie it was when it sailed past - this huge thing, size of a tenement - without making a sound.