Morning has broken. Literally. It lies in pieces all over London. It’s been shattered by supervillain Waldorf Tiffany, who is dragging the city into the shadows.
All that stands in his way is a short-sighted drug addict called Larry. He’s on a quest to find the Man with the Spanner, the only one who can put the morning back together.
Can Larry save London from Waldorf’s army of shadows? Or will the city descend into the darkness for ever?
Thank you, Andrew Weale!
I bought this book thinking it was a simple guidebook of London. I used it for one day on my last visit to that wonderful city and ended up in a drug den in Brixton. I am now in a rehab centre in upstate New York and have met the love of my life. Thank you, Andrew Weale!
-1 Star!!!
I am a very proud member of the tree community and resent the way trees have been depicted in this book. We are noble creatures, not criminals, and we certainly do not indulge in any form of seedy sexual activity. If I could give this book a minus one star, I would!
More please!
The story has a beginning, very little middle, and no end that I could see. Just my kind of book. Will there be a sequel? Please! What about a broken night, or a broken afternoon?
Love it!
This is like Burrough’s Naked Lunch and Joyce’s Ulysses all rolled into one. Love it! And it’s better than both of them. Is the author on drugs? If so, which ones? I’ll order them now on Rainforest.com!
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I left this book on the coffee table and my 8-year-old son got his hands on it. He went on a school trip to London and told the teacher that you can stick Nelson’s Column in your arm and get a ‘super high’. This made me chuckle, like father like son, but the teacher wasn’t so happy. My son has been sitting in detention since Saturday.
FAQ's
Any shade of grey.
Whatever’s in the cupboard when I’ve got the munchies on.
What bloke hasn’t.
Me and my … guess what?
Tingly mint and tea tree shower gel, but don’t tell my mates!