An aspiring young writer lives in a bleak working class block in the late 1930s.An aspiring young writer lives in a bleak working class block in the late 1930s.An aspiring young writer lives in a bleak working class block in the late 1930s.
An aspiring young writer lives in a bleak working class block in the late 1930s.An aspiring young writer lives in a bleak working class block in the late 1930s.An aspiring young writer lives in a bleak working class block in the late 1930s.
The Father: What is there left to do after the bicycle? An invention that enables you to sit while walking. That's bloody genius.