“Christmas Eve… in the drunk tank. I’m on a concrete bed, sleeping off a heavy session. It started with a quiet pint in the Cock & Whistle and ended with a knife-fight in the Dirty Lemon. The other guy had a fucking meat cleaver, so I must have been drunk to try and fight him…”
One last Christmas present at the bottom of Santa’s sack: XXXmas Boogaloo, a festive slab of Paignton Noir, over at Near To The Knuckle. Thanks to Oliver and Craig for giving the story a home!