In which Ben Aaronovitch occasionally
writes down things that occur to him
despite the fact that he won't get paid
for doing it.
They look... strangely familiar... :)
Oh dear, poor old Cyrus - "jazz drummer" eh? The people who write your American blurbs don't/can't read 20 pages of a very readable book. And you're paying them.
Oh, and Soho's 606 club? Did you rewrite the thing? Steve Rubie product placement?
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