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The streets of North London are not known for
miracles. Murder they had seen, and rape, and riot. But revelation?
That was for high Holborn and Lambeth. True, there had been an entity
with the body of a chow-chow and the head of Winston Churchill
reported in Finsbury Park, but this unreliable account was the closest
the region had come to having a visitation since the fifties.
Until tonight. Tonight, for the second time within the space of five
hours, miraculous lights appeared, and on this occasion (the rain
having passed, and the balmier air having coaxed revellers abroad) they
did not go unnoticed.
On Pidgin And Theresa...
Oops. We've drawn a complete blank on meaningful comment - or even
passing reference ! All help gratefully received. We look forward to
the introductions being written for the Collected Short Stories
(see the 'Books Still To Come' section of this site).
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