Grimy cobbles... misty lamp-lights lining the streets...the sound of whistles as a trap finds his prey...the laughing at an old tavern filled with torch light and sailors who's laps are covered with bright skirts and petticoats of a lovely lady with her shiny hair and painted face who giggles and bats her eyes...a lonely alley way where the rats creep around...an old rickety apartment building houses dozens in one room...children piled together with muddy face and hair...tired mothers rocking babies who's cries fill the musty night air...a bridge over a river where romance is budding...a boat in the water holds a man who is theiving from dead bodies all around...a hum of an old man...a sigh of a troubled girl...the jingle of money in a housebreakers pocket...

Oh give me that old London back!