Thought I'd type out and post this story by James Kelman because I love James Kelman:
She'd been going about in this depressed state for ages so I should've known something was up. But I didn't. You don't always see what's in front of your nose. I've been sitting about the house that long. You wind up in a daze. You don't see things properly, even with the weans, the weans especially. There again but she's no wean. No now. She's a young woman. Ach, I dont want to tell this story.
But you cant say that. Obviously the story has to get told.
Mm, aye, I know what you mean.
Fine then. Mmm.
Aye.
It concerns a lassie, right? And she's in this depressed state, because her boyfriend probably - eh?
I don't want to tell it.
But you've got to tell it. You've got to tell it. Unless...if it's no really a story at all.
Oh aye christ it's a story, dont worry about that.
I'd never heard of him. Thanks, Chris.