I was almost knocked down by the squealing porcine form that barrelled down my dark passageway. As I turned into the parlour I found myself agog at the gaggle of gorgeous girls gathered before me. Heinz had no doubt fled in shame at the ill-fitting lederhosen I insisted the rotund little German wear.
Oh the horror of humanity. Their dreadful lowing as they mimble incompetently. The noisome clots of mankind, reeking enthusiastically. Their hateful prattle drove me to a killing spree. But all
In which Franklyn returns from a sojourn in the country to an intoxicating adventure under the streets of London with a horde of malformed Cockneys.
A short tale set between temporal leapings. Franklyn seeks a quiet pint, but his peace is dulled by teenagers.
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