"the challenging task of presenting 1912 London in a church"
The thought that some lowlife preyed upon you. That you were their prey.
It's like walking through a rainforest...
Coo, Taters! ain’t it.
June was cremated on a beach in Bali.
It doesn't rain on London.
"Holmes had sacrificed himself in order to destroy the Napoleon of Crime..."
“On entering an Underground train it is customary to shake hands with every passenger”
"from up here Constable could see all the way down the Thames estuary"
The boys’ maid who tidied his room had to dust his soap each week
A day in the life of a London Walks guide
"Cats keeping dogs in their place..."
"When I have crost the bar"
"No castrated cheese for me"
Spies, Lies and Deception
This is one instance when historical accuracy has to give way to poetic genius.
Historically, this is a death-stalked town...
Jeeves described Bertie’s moustache as ‘a dark stain, like mulligatawny soup.’
"the melancholy procession to the gallows"
"the searchlights looked like long pillars supporting a black canopy"
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