The Curious Incident of the Sausages in the Night Time.


My timehop app has just reminded me that this time last year there were cooked sausages strewn inexplicably all over the West End. All day long I was kicking up greasy links like autumn leaves.

Explosion at a greasy spoon? Did someone ride through town on a white stallion, raining down sausages like confetti on the crowds below? Or was it an awful mishap at one of the brothels in Soho? 365 days later and I still haven’t got to the bottom of it.

If you have information that could shed any light on this incident, please don’t hesitate to get in touch.



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