Scotch "Arry worried for his life. The fish jumper was filling his vision. He slugged back his pint and chased it immediately with a whisky, and it scorched his vocal cords, not that anyone could tell. It was as if he had a natural unintelligible, rasping, soul singer"s voice. Where was Jock, a drink addled thought, feeling more than a little exposed with the immediate proximity of Billy Big Head. He could not take his eye off the vertical whale of a fish knitted on the thug"s baggy Aran jumper, perplexed as to why it was not horizontal and swimming along cable knit waves and, every time he tried to make for the door, so the fish would block his way.
Billy was a brainless thug, what might be called in sensitive teacher conversation as special needs and, he compensated for his lack of educ
