Twelve – Queen of TartsChirping and chattering, leaning occasionally on my arm and, more than once, needing to be steadied herself, the Queen of Tarts led me from Whitechapel Road, through Woods' building, a thin underpass and lane the locals called Piss Alley. Wasn't that appropriate? Didn't that prove the excellence of my selection? Drunk on her feet, leading me through Piss Alley to a paid-for coupling; the filthy w***e. We emerged into Winthrop Street, then circled slightly west and around the board school building into a street called Buck's Row.
Buck's Row ran from Baker's Row on the west to Brady Street on the east. As I said, running parallel on the south, and meeting it half-way along its length, was Winthrop. Going east down Buck's Row from the junction of Winthrop, on the south
