“Wondered if you’d ‘ave the time to assess the sartorial credentials of this dandy in the underworld,” writes London Boy Lou. “What could be more indicative of one’s immense chapability than writing about oneself in the third person, eh?”
A decent command of the English language? However, we are actually impressed both by Mr. Boy Lou’s fashionably unhyphenated double barrelled surname and his dapper backstreet gangster ensemble that, for once, is nothing like a character from Peaky Blinders.
By now, Hawksmoor Borough has delighted and beguiled a vast number of carnivorous types. Excitement can