The faint aroma of freshly cut grass and liniment hung heavy in the air, a peculiar juxtaposition to the palpable sense of menace that emanated from the seemingly innocuous gathering of pensioners. I, disguised in a borrowed cardigan (two sizes too large and smelling faintly of mothballs) and a pair of bifocals (held together with … Continue reading “Operation Zimmer Frame”: Unmasking the Pensioner Pugilists of Pebblebrook