LONDON IS MURDER

I left London at the turn of the century, after twenty five years of a life lived within sniffing distance of the Thames,  so my current view of the UK capital is necessarily (and agreeably) distant. Like thousands of other ageing malcontents, I could not dream of living there now. Yesterday an old friend and … Continue reading LONDON IS MURDER

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