| Comment | It was about a year or so, give or take. He was always pissed, to the point where he'd shout my name from the bottom of the close and expect me to collect my mail from him. I didn't mind doing that, on an occasional basis, but he knocked the backside right out of it.
I was very close to both Ibrox stadium and Paisley road west, of that gives you a bit more context. |
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