Jack Woodfield has it all; brains, brawn, and sightly bulges. He works hard, and plays harder. But this modern, vaguely metrosexual man hails from a long line of hunky barrow boys who pawned their principles in exchange for the perfect six-pack, selling their souls to the family's mysterious familiar in the process. Despite this Jack has ditched West Ham United, Barking market, and especially his belligerent brother Jamie; any gossip about ancient uncles and their paranormal romances, 'naughty nuns' or 'doomed debutantes' are cobblers as far as Jack is concerned. But over Jack's shoulder...
Jack Woodfield has it all; brains, brawn, and sightly bulges. He works hard, and plays harder. But this modern, vaguely metrosexual man hails from a l...
Jack Woodfield had it all; brains, brawn, and sightly bulges. But this modern, vaguely metrosexual man hails from a long line of hunky barrow boys who pawned their principles in exchange for the perfect six-pack, selling their souls to the family's mysterious familiar in the process. Despite this Jack had ditched West Ham United, Barking market, and especially his belligerent brother Jamie; any gossip about ancient uncles and their paranormal paramours was cobblers as far as Jack was concerned. But over Jack's shoulder lurked his hell-raising cousin, Hayden 'the lad' Woodfield, the willing...
Jack Woodfield had it all; brains, brawn, and sightly bulges. But this modern, vaguely metrosexual man hails from a long line of hunky barrow boys who...