This is the only legacy I can leave of the “piano man”, I’ve got to keep his real name secret, what with the attempt on his li
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"Hey Dave can you see that over there" he asked curiously clutching his warm mug of coffee in one hand and an Evening Standard in the other. "Yes, what is it?" questioned Dave. "I don't know but it's your shift so I suppose you better go and check it out" he replied in a slightly sarcastic tone of voice. "Fine" Grumbled Dave, he walked over to where the light was coming from, he was moving quickly but there was caution in his step as he got closer he could see a man sitting on the pebbly beach. He was using some rope that was lying on the cold, hard pebbles and two big shiny stones to make sparks which he directed towards some tweed he had found and, by the looks of it, split up into fibres "Hey what you doing out here at 2.15AM; it's flipping freezing, River Thames...


