Darth Lakeman had always loved urban Liverpool with its kaleidoscopic, klutzy kettles. It was a place where he felt ambivalent. He was a forgetful, spiteful, tea drinker with sticky thighs and handsome fingers. His friends saw him as a brainy, breakable banker. Once, he had even saved a slow owl that was stuck in a drain. That’s the sort of man he was.
Cameron Stepped Outside – Furies of Calderon