friday lunch time i was minding my own business crossing shoreditch high street in the east end of london, when i heard a mans voice “george no, george come here!” i’m not sure what made me look to see who it was, but i sure am glad that i did. standing there before me was john dolan with his faithful friend george. i knew him, he did not know me from adam “are you john dolan?” i asked ” might be” “well is that george?” “yep” and there it started we chatted for a while, what a charming, humble man. i’m so glad to have shook his hand.
who? i hear you say, well let me tell you their story.
