#FireHorsesQuotes 62: "They were still mopping up the mock riots when I reached Hatton Garden..."

#FireHorsesQuotes 62: “They were still mopping up the mock riots when I reached Hatton Garden, crossing the Bridgets and traversing the Allys, with their one too many G&Ts at the office Christmas party, their inadequate but well-dressed boyfriends, and the coerced delights of celery salad boxes: all wrapped up.”