Strange thing The Fog...
Out in Norwich - all sunshine, lollopops, and puppeteers dogs performing karaoke, but traverse out to Catton - thick pea soupers, full to the brim with betentacled beasties and revenge seeking leperous piratey types!
Is there some ginormous extractor fan set up atop The Castle, sucking out the smog and pumping over the outlying areas? Surely, the city centre is generating all the smoke from their wokhouse orphanages shovelling coal, so The City should be all clammy and opaque.
I reckon we should all don top hats, capes and canes, and revert back to Victorian Values (nobbing serving wenches and the like).
I say Holmes, is that the baying of some monstrous, gigantic hound?
No Watson, it's some pissed up chavette down PoW road!
