07 October, 2011
Leaving nothing to chance
In the seething fleshpots of Greenwich they have all the angles covered.
She: Not tonight, I have a headache.
He: No worries, I just happen to have this packet of Anadin with me.
Edwin Greenwood is the nom de souris of a Mancunian early baby-boomer, now living in London, who like so many of his cohort has made the transition from cuddly inclusive soft-left liberal into a grumpy old git who is quite prepared to call a spade a black bastard. (The previous sentence may cause consternation to the Righteous. If this is you, read this and/or this before exploding with indignation.)