He had flipped a coin and stood staunchly by its conclusions. A little green light flashed in his eye, signaling a right turn he had resolved never to make.
He lay forward in a prostrate cross, jaw slack, arms splayed either side like some fallen angel scrunched up in each fist he held his army service medals (left) and his marriage license (right), for he had decided to take his mistakes with him. At 06.27 hours on 1 January 1975, Alfred Archibald Jones was dressed in corduroy and sat in a fume-filled Cavalier Musketeer Estate face down on the steering wheel, hoping the judgement would not be too heavy upon him. The Peculiar Second Marriage of Archie JonesĮarly in the morning, late in the century, Cricklewood Broadway.
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