Creatures Of Our Time In A Land Fit For Heroes

This is the second volume of autobiography, after Dizzy. Far from bobbing up and down on the seven seas in the Royal Navy, as had previously been his wont, Dave Diss is trying his luck as a newly married civilian in the Big Smoke, among the toppers and bowlers still worn in the city in those days of 1955, working in the still Blitz-scarred capital of The United Kingdom of Great Britain, pushing a pen as a poorly paid underwriter for The Yorkshire Insurance Company, in Cornhill, just around the corner from The Royal Exchange and The Bank of England, where the big nobs hang out, and The Stock Exchange, in Throgmorton Street.