Diary
Jenny Diski: Dragged to the Shoe Shop, 14 November 2002
“... the vouchers were rejected with the disdain she feared at all the shops she usually went to – Daniel Neal did not X-ray any old child’s feet. The only place that accepted them was a gloomy little cobbler’s shop which, as I remember it, was hidden away under a near derelict railway arch in the fashion wasteland of King’s Cross. The Dickensian and ... ”