Letter From London – April 2005. A sick note

“An apology.”

“An apology.”

Dear readers.

I’m afraid there is no Letter from London this month. Alas, our dear correspondent has, for want of a better description, put his back out. He’s currently lying on his back on the dirty, stained carpet of a flat in Hoxton, sipping soup through a straw and peeing down a hosepipe into a bucket. We have been assured by his doctors that his bones should be knocked back into place with a mallet in the near future and that this column should return to regular working order by next month.

Just as soon as all the mess has been cleaned up.


Thank you for your understanding.


The Incendiary Team.