Everything that happens in my story is the fault of James Martyn Joyce; he made me do it, your honour.
The story is set in the always lively late night drinking establishment that was The Silver Lady in the leafy London suburb of Tottenham. The main character is, surprisingly enough, from the West of Ireland.
Readers can rest assured that no policemen or pornographic magazines were harmed during the writing of this story.
The Silver Lady
Tottenham on a particularly warm evening in August 2011