Walking through Piccadilly this morning I come across a trail of scattered playing cards, amidst splatters and drips of blood. Like the cover of one of those classic 1960s James Bond paperbacks. Le Chiffre, casinos and violence.
I realise that the cards and the blood could well be unconnected. Maybe a tramp had a nosebleed and some hours later, on the very same spot, a student with a passion for Patience dropped a pack of playing cards. Or vice versa (student with nosebleed, tramp with cards).
But I'd much prefer to think that both elements are connected. A high stakes game of poker. A cheat exposed. Fisticuffs on Jermyn Street (bespoke suits ruined).
Real life Cluedo. Bringing some colour (mostly red) to a street near you.
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