November 20th, 2012

“…in the Library… with the Revolver”

by Chris Hancock

Let me paint a picture in your mind of my early-teen self, brimming with youthful brio, inflating the tyres on my bicycle before pedalling confidently away towards the Public Library in the centre of town (population 90,000. That’s the town, not the library).

Railings outside the red-brick building were perfect for chaining my bike to. Unbeknownst to me or indeed anyone else, my bike lock was 30 years ahead of its time in that it had a 4-digit PIN long before they were introduced for credit card transactions. Given that the lock is now lost (or possibly has lain undisturbed in my Dad’s garage for at least 25 years) it’s probably safe to reveal that the combination was 3775. But don’t spread that information unnecessarily.