"The airport road is one of those roads that are perpetually overcast and blustery regardless of season. Empty crisp packets and newspapers tumble incessantly. A steady stream of traffic is flanked by tired industrial units. Everyone drives. No-one walks down the airport road unless they are a little shady or very poor. When you're driving down the airport road and see someone walking, even if you have a hundred and one thoughts nagging for attention inside your head, some corner of your mind will ask, where is that person going and what are they up to?"

Short prose and an off-the-cuff interview with Niall Foley. Music courtesy of Gurdenark.