Hittin the Toon

Hittin the Toon
(an extract)

The bricht, fluorescent lights wurr flickerin in awbdy’s een, blindin the savage – like folk who wurr waitin tae git in aboot the pit eh chaos they cried a nightclub. The waws which wurr meant tae be gleamin white wurr grey fae aw the dirt that hud decided to live oan thum. The perts eh the waws that hud colour wurr the parts where it looked like it hud been paintit in blood. It must eh been fae when the bampots left their caves n came oot to cause nuhin but pandemonium, or it could be fae the muckle buses kent as the doormen. It probly happened when they got bored so they went in the club tae pick their nixt victim who was gon hame in a body bag. Awbdy hud tae stawnd oot in that line when it wiz blawn full force gales n the rain wiz chucking it doon like it wiz the Falls of Bruar. Aw the lassies dresses n skirts wurr gettin’ blawn up… no that it made a difference onywey since the lassies wurr awready wearin their dresses n skirts like a belt.