You take the No.6, walk the filthy corridors and try to not touch the handrails as you wallow like desperate salmon in order to deal with nefarious characters. And then you wait and wait and wait….all for a cut-rate, faux Gucci clasp. Daughter wishing she were in Soho drinking a double-soy, mother wishing she was anywhere else.
Writer, wood sculptor, graphic designer, co-screenwriter/director of "Minty,"
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