the yummy fur
When I stayed with Graham and Richie in the slap bang middle of the 90s, we had a huge slope in the apartment, owing to the subsided mines underneath Queen Margaret Drive. Richie’s TV had wheels on its stand, which meant you had to watch things like Euro 96 from one end of the room only, otherwise you would be subject to ‘the roll’. We also had a cat, Thistle, who emitted as much smelly sperm weekly as Partick did places in the league a few years on.