#ChasingNelson The Bones
On the train up to Scotland this weekend, I kept looking at the man two seats down. If it wasn’t for his peculiar sense of dress, somewhere between Sam Neill in Jurassic Park and an ageing Tarifa windsurfer driving a Volkswagen, it would have only felt like a vague familiarity. Was it a police drama...
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