Homeless in Glasgow: It’s logic you know, Tinder and homelessness don’t go
In part four of a 10-part series, a few dates leave John-Paul Clark feeling like there may be a future - until the chaos tears it away
WALKING along the promenade the sea air was biting so we took refuge in Nardinis and huddled together at a cosy wee wooden two-seated table.
She asked if I had ever grown facial hair and I told her once but it made me look like a sex offender. From her belly-laugh I knew she liked me.