Still solo
Soho having forsaken you, you pick up your feet and travel west. A wave of strange yearning comes over you. What kind of a yearning is it?
A yearning to sit quietly with a pint that won’t empty your pockets.
Soho having forsaken you, you pick up your feet and travel west. A wave of strange yearning comes over you. What kind of a yearning is it?
A yearning to sit quietly with a pint that won’t empty your pockets.