For, with the promise of night fall and as the winter shadows beckon - an untold tale of those who once laid claim to these unquiet streets await eager ears and mystified minds.
As the minutes creep by on the close of another year - we now leave those Ghosts of Christmas Past to their rest.
Wilful Murder? Why, is there any other kind of murder I hear you cry!
Why not come along and listen to the Lady Brigante one EVENING in DECEMBER and listen to the tales of the retired cobbler, or the tragic war wife?