Tommy the Bruce

Meet Tommy Bruce – he’s washed-up already, marooned in a ramshackle hotel inherited from dead parents in the armpit of Perthshire, that’s just too far off the main tourist trail to be viable. He’s too young to be middle-aged, but too old to be what you could call young (and too lazy to care about it, really). Saddled with debt, grotty premises that are falling down around him and a crippling loneliness, Tommy is slowly but determinedly drinking himself and his business out of existence. Until one day into the lounge-bar, and out of the blue, walks Fiona McLean. And before long she’s moved behind the bar, into the hotel and (remarkably) into Tommy’s bed.