What’s the best gift a young, single man could receive for Christmas? Mohawked punk Liam wouldn’t have picked the hideous collection of homemade knitwear he’s presented with by his well-meaning mum and aunties. He’d much rather have the gorgeous older man he sees every day while busking at King’s Cross station. Liam’s been doing his best to seduce the guy with his saxophone playing -- the trouble is, with the holidays coming up, he’s beginning to despair of his message getting through.<br><br>But with a little Christmas magic in the air, maybe those garish garments will be just the thing for attracting the attention of a silver fox ...

A Pint of Beer, a Bag of Chips, and Thou

“And who says I don’t still?” she countered. “He’s a very attractive man even now. And oh! That voice…” We both stared into space, probably with identical dreamy expressions on our faces.


“Come on, Liam!” Mum’s voice broke the spell. “You’ll be late for rush hour.” She picked up the scarf and looped it four or five times around my neck. Since I’m six foot one, plus another three inches for the mohawk, and she’s only five foot three she had to lasso me, cowboy style, several times over. “If you sat down this’d be a whole lot easier, my lad.”


“And spoil all your fun? I wouldn’t do that to you, Mum, you know I wouldn’t.” I bent down to give her a kiss and headed off to work with a spring in my step.


Chapter 4