Gothic beer
I’m haunted by the memory of a dear friend attempting to persuade me to recite Keats to a barmaid, as she looked ‘the living embodiment of all things romantic’.
Or in my view, she perhaps needed to escape the morlocks and spend a little more time with the eloi.…
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