THE WHEATSHEAF CHORUS
Tommy Brennan died on a Tuesday, which was inconvenient for everyone. He had run the Wheatsheaf Arms on Vallance Road for thirty-one years, and in that time the pub had become something more than a pub. It was a routing station. A clearing house. A junction box through which flowed favours, rumours, small loans, introductions, warnings, and the thousand invisible transactions that keep a...
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