Hot, hot, hot spooky roller skaters.
Again. I’m not doing the writing that I should be but folks are out here collecting my words for me. It’s appreciated.
The sun is shining down at a noticeably different angle today. Oktoberfest beers are available on the ‘seasonal’ taps. Pumpkin Spice caffeinated bullshit is apparently nigh. And so, this is how I feel.
(Summer’s not really over YET, of course, but I just wanna beat up the ocean in defiance.)
A comprehensive guide to help the unwitting visitor avoid falling victim to the various and nefarious crimes abound in early 19th-century London. Written by “a gentleman who has made the police of the metropolis an object of enquiry twenty-two years”, the book is split into six main chapters: “Out Door Delinquencies”, “Inn Door Tricks”, “Miscellaneous Offences”, “House-Breakers”, “Minor Cheats”, and “Of Conspirators and Informers”, containing within them a multitude of sub-chapters including the rather wonderfully titled offences of “Smashing”, “Greeks and Legs”, “Private Stills”, “Bon Ton”, “Box Lobby”, and “Pretenders to Literature”. [x]