Feb 1, 2021
5 min read
A Mind Set Racing
When you’ve got a filthy mind, the slightest thing can set you off….
In the grey chill of the October air, I make my way downstairs to the carpark for a post-lunch cigarette. The clouds look dark and threatening, and I start to regret the fact that I haven’t brought my umbrella out with me. This had better be a quick one, a speedy hit of nicotine to fuel me for the afternoon.
