I picked one up from a bar in the fair(ly crummy) city of Sheffield (in England, for our transatlantic cousins).
Started reading while waiting for a girl to turn up. The fire and brimstone style instantly connected with me, and I didn't notice that she was half an hour late until I looked at my watch.
She didn't turn up, but I went home and sat up writing.
Her loss, my gain.
Keyserrrrr.
That's great! We wouldn't be talking right now if she'd turned up! Just think what the world would be like!
