Edinburgh A to Z

OH Christ, she's got hold of the wrong end of the stick. She's got that look on her face, like she's thinking that's what he's after! I try to tell her it's not like that, I'm not that kind of guy, I would never force ... would never hurt ... with every word I use, every denial, her eyes get wider - like the more I try to prove I'm not some kind of monster, the more likely I am to be one. Then I think, hang on a minute here! I'm the one who's lost his last bit of resin. I'm the injured



Edinburgh A to Z