It’s a story as worthy of novelisation or moviemaking as Tommy’s Honour was. What touched me was that although I’ve known for a wee while that he passed away in Thornton Poorhouse, I didn’t know that I’ve been driving past the site for the past thirty years or so without knowing it. It turns out it’s on the road along to the Golf Club. The building’s long gone, of course, but I won’t ever be driving along that road now without thinking of him.
F.