"No peace for a poor tailor,” Jack muttered as he disappeared into a back room, returning minutes later with two cups of coffee and a plate of Mandelbrot.
“Delicious,” Sowerbutt said, sipping the coffee. “We should set up tea rooms, Jack. We’d make a fortune.”
“Who would look after your clothes, Mr Sorbay? I was only born with one pair of hands and I am only allotted 24 hours each day,” Jack smiled. The two men had been friends for years; Sowerbutt ringing the shop with his Blackshirt I section during the Battle of Cable Street in 1936. None of the Reds had been game to take on his fists and his cosh.
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