A Badly chewed pencil.

Poetry, prose and random ramblings from a wasted education

The epic tale of Thompson’s Lost Plimsole moves on a notch.

Is the ruby ring truly cursed? Will the gang get away with their crime? Will Mr Truscott the butcher stop using condemned horse meat to bulk out the filling in his pork sausages? Will Clarence Butterfield crack the case before the seemingly inept detectives in the Hallifield CID? Only one person knows the answer to all of these questions. I wish I knew who that person was….

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