KICKING THE CAN
Popping into the corner shop on my way home from school, I grabbed another few cans of Irn Bru from the shelf.
‘That should keep me going,’ I joked to some of my mates.
But if I was being honest, it probably wouldn’t.
Aged just 14, I was drinking around ten cans of Irn Bru a day and couldn’t get enough of the sugarloaded fizzy drink.
My mum, Angela, 47, would have gone mad if she’d known how much of the stuff I was knocking back every day.
She didn’t let me eat anything too unhealthy and our meals were always free of junk food.
Only, in the house next door was
