Bringing Down the Government By the Blue Box!

Dear Juliet

Just to be sure you know I'm away 18th-20th August, hopefully bringing down the British government again, probably going to Henry Pordes and keeping an eye out for Tartts!

Usual contact details.

Earliest contact details.

I don't think I included my email address, so:

james.christie466@btinternet.com

And I'll just ask:

Photo of Dear Miss Landau in front of something historic? Actually, that's pretty much a given...

T-shirt from London?

Something for Romana from The Who Shop?

And here's an excerpt from Redemption about Drusilla in London...

It wasn’t her London, Dru knew that. But some sights and sounds had a faint and shadowy familiarity.

She had been in and out of London with William a number of times over the last hundred and twenty years, sometimes psychotic and babbling, at other times half-lucid and aware. She had seen the city change from a soot-blackened slum of sweating brickwork on the shores of the Thames, wreathed in murky fog which tore at the throats of those who needed to breathe; to a bright metropolis with Parliament buildings the colour of shortbread complemented by the wheeling London Eye, that strange new tower nicknamed the Gherkin, and Canary Wharf in the East End, near to where she’d been born. 

But there are no canaries on the wharf, she found herself thinking. Did the ravens scare them away? She tsked at herself for being a silly girl. It was just a name.

She had to learn to be an adult now, even if it meant losing her lovely sense of wonder.

And she would have to deal with the guilt. She and William had gloried in the hunt, soaring over the muddy streets of the city as the fog rolled in from the Isle of Dogs, making ghosts of the great ships moored in the Port of London, covering Wapping, Shoreditch and Westminster, wafting outwards as far as the Kentish heights. 

They had feasted on toddlers in alleys and on gin-soaked bawds staggering out of public houses, and when they had drunk their fill she usually gaily hypnotised a hansom-cab driver to take them back to whichever nest they had made for themselves in Kensington or Chelsea...

She doesn't really do this nowadays, but who knows? Maybe Dru will make an exception and walk with me through the streets of London...

Take care.

Love,

James