Sowerbutt's Fashion Show

“Cor blimey, you must have come for the fashion show?” asked the auxiliary fireman, standing near the entrance to St Paul’s. Sowerbutt burst out laughing. His leather jacket was torn and burnt; what was left of his  shirt was streaked with ash and brick dust. Some of his long brown hair was missing where sparks had cascaded from falling timber.
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