Yes...sir we do carry some Alexster Crowley books....let us peruse......aah....
The golden robe.....curses and hexes....The satans mistress...oh...How to pick up a harlot...
oh...let me check ...the harlot one is fifty pounds sir...quite rare,quite rare....Ian muttered...
Very good sir....The harlot will be on its way....
of course I mean the book sir.....chuckle.....very good sir......click....
Ian led Simon through a maze of side floorspace,twists and turns....
A BAY window with a leather chair next to it and a teapot on the window seat....
You can see ST,PAULS CATHEDERAL.....THROUGH those buildings,if you squint...Ian confessed....
What is this place,your office?....ASKED Simon.....
My very own tea break room....it is quite hidden....shhh.......
you know ,one time I looked down and a saw a mime weaving in and out of traffic....he was entertaining....
but suddenly a mini cooper knocked him down....quite funny and horrifying at the same time....
Did he dIe?.....Simon queried.....
oh....no....the bobbies arived....he got medical help.....I Often wondered ...Did he stay in character?....Ian sighed...
we better get back on the floor ....Orson....might pop in.....or MR.Fieldler......oops.....
MR.fieldler....who is that?......Simon asked.
He has been here since 1928.....Ian whispered.....
Why are you whispering?.....Simon whispered.....
Because he has been dead two years....I ATTENDED HIS FUNERAL....SAW HIS BODY IN THE COFFIN....Ian said glumly...
You mean....this MR.Fieldler......
YEs.....Yes......HE's a bloody ghost.....crackle.....pop....hiss.....
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