Clive on Pidgin And Theresa

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.

Oops. We've drawn a complete blank on meaningful comment from Clive - 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).