A breathtaking first novel written in Scots - a tour de force. Humour, pathos, drama and a chicken factory.
And Ae wisnae expectin het tae end the way it did.
There was a guy in a suit pacing up and down. He walked with a funny little skip like a wee lassie in the playground. He was having a fag. They would have to wait until he had his smoke and fucked off back into the office. Sean leaned against the substation and looked at the sky. The clouds were grey and it looked like it might snow again.