The part-time detective scours the murky salerooms, auction halls and stately homes of Britain, always on the lookout for a find.
The popular notion of a slope-shouldered, schlumpy Woody Allen—esque self-deprecator no longer fits.
Beyond his fame as a member of the phenomenally successful group , where the group sold an impressive 60.
So should we just leave queer stories be? The title did not prepare me for the melancholy of the ending.