Apparently this book was written in 1932 (isn’t internet search a wonderful thing?) when readers were less likely to question exactly what dear Professor Bastion was doing hanging around Hampstead Heath at night. The book was in a shop window (yup we see the reflection of a ghostly voodoo foot) and we went away merrily chuckling to ourselves as folks edged out of our way on the street.
Maybe now is a good time to revisit our love of pulp fiction (mass readership escapist fiction from the 30’s and 40’s not the early 90’s movie) or even some Sax Rohmer with all that high drama, Fu-Manchu and opium dens in Limehouse? Or shall we will stick with the white knuckle excitement of the Andy Pandy Annual and Bagpuss, which is probably more calming and up our street. Decisions dear reader, decisions!