Lucky Ignatius - Scantlebury, Mike
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It's only an old church, isn't it? Well, No, the Church of England has abandoned the old building and taken it out of commission. Even though it was designed by one of the foremost Victorian architects, they'd be happy to see it rot, or, perhaps, turned into designer flats by a local property developer. Until that happens, it's a perfect Safe House, a bolt hole for the man Mickey has promised to protect - a man called Lucky. So 'lucky' that he's the target of three local gangs and numerous villains. How lucky is that? His problem, from the point of view of safety, is that he has recently been…mehr

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It's only an old church, isn't it? Well, No, the Church of England has abandoned the old building and taken it out of commission. Even though it was designed by one of the foremost Victorian architects, they'd be happy to see it rot, or, perhaps, turned into designer flats by a local property developer. Until that happens, it's a perfect Safe House, a bolt hole for the man Mickey has promised to protect - a man called Lucky. So 'lucky' that he's the target of three local gangs and numerous villains. How lucky is that? His problem, from the point of view of safety, is that he has recently been the lucky winner of several million of pounds of Lottery money. That attracts a lot of attention, and once the news gets out that he's in residence, all kinds of experts and enthusiasts turn up, hoping to see the distinguished building brought back into use. That would be a happy outcome. But if the gangs get their way, there will be nothing but trouble. They like to fight, and Lucky is right in their cross-hairs.
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Mickey is from Manchester, and he's a Tough Guy. My name is Mike Scantlebury and I'm the author. I'm not a tough guy, I'm more like an opal, small and perfectly formed. But - more bad news, and worse than that - I'm from Bristol, which is a small, historic port in South West England. It's only claim to fame is that people sailed from there in the 15th century and discovered America. Oh, yeah, well, that is quite a Big Thing, isn't it? But that's the deceptive part of the whole story. I live in Salford now, across the river from the big Northern city of Manchester. My 'Manchester' is not like anyone else's, and if you think you know Manchester - maybe from reading other books set there, or seeing the place on films or on television - I need you to know that. Things aren't always what they seem, are they? Luckily, Manchester has Mickey, which means, fortunately for them, that whenever something bad happens, (and it does, regularly), they've got someone who is going to come in, do The Right Thing, and clear up the mess. Not every town can say that now, can they?