Not just an urchin... A LATE URCHIN.

Dickon Pope, the wiliest, purplest 8 year old wino in London, turns up his suspiciously flushed nose at this blog's suggestion of deadlines or sobriety until 5 o clock. Of course he and his tiny golden labradoodle Wobbles are too busy perilously picking pockets to pay any attention one way or the other.

Dickon was left as a newborn in a paper sack on the doorstep of the local pub, and was adopted by the establishment's well intentioned but notoriously pickled owner much the same way a store might adopt a cat. He enjoys shouting, foolery, dry sherry, wet sherry and passing out in a particularly cozy gutter at night. Wobbles is from a long line of Royal Scottish Labradoodles and can trace his lineage back to Abraham's labradoodle, Mr. Tinkles. He was on the fast track to kennel club stardom when a tragically misplaced pot of tea overturned on his tender young back and left a bald spot so damning that he was forced to the streets. He now aides Dickon in his antics in exchange for a warm box to snuggle in every night. He enjoys long walks on the shoreline, belly rubs and 18th century French literature and makes a mean welsh rarebit when given the opportunity.