Back in the Clerkenwell rabbit hole I was sitting with the dormouse. In the corner Lucian Miers was slumped on a chair. Having come up to London to view an exhibition of Japanese pornography he had been on the cheap lagers and had somehow found his way to the rabbit hole. Thank you for the Chianti I said to Lucian but he merely slumbered, mumbling something in his sleep about how it was all art really.
“So it is all over” said I to the dormouse. He smiled and opened a box marked “direct from Afghanistan” and pulled out two crudely hand rolled cigarettes the size of a cigar. He passed one over and I tried to light it. Damn. My lighter was on the blink again.
The dormouse opened a big box marked “Money”
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