The Silver Song of the Lark The karaoke bar was heaving, so they went to the back, where proper music could be played – through a proper record player. Let the youngsters, gangstas and Beats-wearing hipsters sing what they thought passed for music these days. Shankly sat at the bar, ale in hand, smiling. …
London torn. Night and day. Sinners and angels. Debut novel by Mark A. King, available now
Metropolitan Dreams 