Jeremy Clarke Jeremy Clarke

Low life | 4 June 2011

On the morning of the day that the Elect were scheduled to be whisked up into Heaven in what is known by Christians as the Rapture, I was standing outside a neighbour’s front door holding a piping hot baked potato in each hand.

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