or the lack thereof, afflicts of some of the pieces in Common Ground, according to the Telegraph's review last weekend. Including then one about Barnes.
At what point can one legitimately ask someone to go back and read Metroland, to discover that the big-headedness in 'Manifest Promise' does actually have a point when commenting on the piece?
Still, good for Christmas stocking filler-ness.
Reading yesterday was a veritable trundle to the far northern reaches of Chesham. Review when Justina writes it; photos maybe sooner.