Dexter raved and drooled whenever he had something on his mind. Cleopatra’s, the new eatery on Floyd Avenue was the hottest place in town according to his sources. We’ll hit the place at lunchtime, he said. Parking the car round the bend we headed for the entrance.
“Not today, gents.” our way was blocked by an imposing male, impeccably dressed.
“We have a reservation.” pleaded Dexter. Continue reading “British Psycho”
Boadicea's Chariot 