"Basically, I'm hoaching for a ride." said Kev. He was stood dripping in a poorly lit changing room; his back was aflame with backne, his chest stooped inward and a towel hid his banger. "Aye well yer no gonnae get a ride oan that shite. The gear makes ye fuckin' crabbit and ye cannae git … Continue reading Fractal Protein: A cautionary tale