The dead are rising from their graves in West Belfast…
It’s all in a day’s work. Every day is different in community pharmacy and the stories we hear could not be made up. Terry Maguire relates an unfortunate, frightening and bizarre night one of his patients had. Wet clay patches dappled his oversized anorak, his reddened face was muddied and his greying, thinning hair; wet and woolly. He was smiling manically and exuded a strong stench of stale urine and strong alcohol. Had it been closing-time I might have …
