Cromer’s Banksy

“Who is he? Who is he?” I removed my earphones just in time to realise my nan was talking to me, not recreating, albeit wrongly, a classic Big Brother moment. “Who is who?”  “This Banksy. Who is he?”  “An artist. Nobody knows who he is though.” “Someone must know who he is. Where does he … Continue reading Cromer’s Banksy

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The door was closed. There was nothing I could do about it. Nothing legal at least. It didn’t mean I wasn’t miffed. The Oxford Bar is the pinnacle of unassuming boozers when seen from the outside. I was parched though. An unseasonably hot September day tag teaming with a hangover had given me a severe … Continue reading Book Locations