Brian stirs it up: part 2
By moor land
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.
I flicked over. Nothing on ITV. Flicked again. Sky rolling news. Nothing.
Kevin was now scratching at the door.
Outside, Kevin perked up. I pulled up my hood.
“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.
“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.