The Angel Islington, because my eyes and hands needed something to do while my ears were listening to Neverwhere.
The Angel Islington, because my eyes and hands needed something to do while my ears were listening to Neverwhere.
(From a review of Parade’s End, written by Neal Justin for Minnesota’s Star Tribune, 24 February 2013)
Stand back, ladies. Looks like we’ve got ourselves a gusher…