Fairytale Gone Bad?This is the end you knowLaddie, the plans we had went all wrongWe aint nothing but fight and shout and tears The first I noticed of him were his eyes, brown ad green, changing according to his mood, underneath dark brown hair. Later on I would tease him, saying it had just a hint of ginger, when the sunlight hit it, something he would always fiercely deny. It was a constant source of amusement to me, and pretend anger to him. But that was later. First there was West Side Story, and the mad crowd of the Cecilian Society, Glasgow Universitys musical society. Even though I had quit the university over a year ago to join Drama School to work in theatre professionally, I still enjoyed the Cecilians' yearly show and the associated partying too much to give it up completely. So thats how I found myself once more stuck in the store in Oakfield Avenue, kneeling on the floor, screw gun in hand, attacking yet another piece of plywood in grim determination, and banterin
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