BY JAMES BEMBRIDGE & DOMINIC WIGHTMAN Dear Dominic, I am writing concerning our meeting in that peculiar inn, if only so you might tell me it didn’t take place. You’ll remember it was just you, me, the barmaid and an old man who, upon seeing us, spat on part of the floor making it the only part clean. ‘It’s that stupid Quentin Crisp hat of … Continue reading Arse Over Optics