Dominated by a sojourn in the Czech Republic.
A rubbish heap in which a Ukrainian nuclear fireman finds romance with Willie Nelson.
How a mass-produced 1960s joke sign for bars and pubs became evidence of historical authenticity before being censured as a hate crime against tinkers and thinkers (or organ-grinders, as we are often known).
“‘Tis glorious misery to be born a man,” generally taken to refer to a hen-pecked husband, is in fact a misquotation of verse by the 17th century Romford and London poet, Francis Quarles, dealing with human mortality.
Lukewarm barrel organ-ish ephemera from Hackney, London and thereabouts.
Barrel/street organ stuff.
Where are the heaving (crowds of) drunks of yesteryear?