In an age of meaninglessness and angst what meaning does life entail for urbanites lost somewhat in the anonymity of the modern metropolis? What can constitute a miracle in such a time? Is there only hope in the transcendent, or what can ever be accessed of the transcendent in somewhere like Hackney on a dull winter's evening? Two friends are presented with such questions indirectly and in the pages of 'Miracle On Lower Clapton Road' they try to answer such question as they appear startlingly in their lives.