A review by wayward
Hellblazer: Haunted by John Higgins, Tim Bradstreet, Warren Ellis

3.0

London is just so grim, guys. You can't leave your tiny bedbug-infested Paddington bedsit without getting shived by an unholy immortal amalgamation of a hanged murderer and aborted fetus, which is actually the ten-year-old next door seen through the fog of drink'n'drugs we all must constantly imbibe in order to go on at all.

Extra star for the introduction of Map. I want a 60-issue run of him meticulously cleaning the rails and watching the actual city above, only occasionally interrupted with eyeroll-infused magic.