Brian stirs it up: part 2

continued from part 1

Later on, after the chat shows had finished, I switched channels. Kevin pawed at the door and wimpered.

The BBC lunchtime news flashed up. Armed gangs in Syria, car crash on the M1, a bad one as two lanes had been blocked, a footballer arrested for underage sex, and a boat which had sank in Scotland. Probably some fishing boat. Probably... hang on, that's where Brian works.

A reporter stood in front of a metal shed with the name 'High Line Off Shore. "It's not known yet why the boat sank, but the police suspect foul play."

It cut back to the studio.

“Jesus.”

I flicked over. Nothing on ITV. Flicked again. Sky rolling news. Nothing.

Kevin was now scratching at the door.

“OK, OK.”

Outside, Kevin perked up. I pulled up my hood.

“Fuck Brian...Fuck...Fuck...”

“Ooh, what a lovely dog. What's his name?”

Kevin, who had stopped to piss on a cafe's menu board, was being patted by a woman taking a break from carrying her shopping.

“Er, Kevin”

“Kevin?”

“Um, my mother's dog - he came with the name.”

“Oh, right. Well he's very sweet”. Kevin wagged his tail and cocked his leg.

We crossed the street. Brian's local was on the corner. I stood on my toes and peered in.

“Looking for Brian? He's in Aberdeen.”

Jim, the Black Lion's landlord stood at the door.

"Well... that's good to know." I pulled at Kevin but his nose was fixed to what looked like bird shit.

“He'll be back soon. I'm sure he'll be round.”

“Thanks, I can't wait.” Kevin was now dribbling with excitement. “Come on Kevin”

“I'll let him know you were looking for him.”

Right that's it. I mega-tugged at the lead and we left - me walking and Kevin scraping behind.

continues with Brian part 3