On the Pentonville Road

Jul 242013

ON THE PENTONVILLE ROAD

After three years of trying, my colleague, Malcolm Taylor, managed to throw a scrunched-up piece of paper into a bin five yards from his desk.

Then we all went wild.

Howard Colyer

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