A change, they say, is as good as a rest. With this epithet ringing in his ears, the Gorse Fox left the hotel and went in search of dinner. When staying in the centre, here, GF often ends up at Picolino for a pizza, but it was clear that some other cuisine was to be flavour of the day.
GF strolled through the streets looking for something that caught his fancy. Ironically, he ended up at Pizza Express. So all in all, it was not the change that was planned.
Clusters of teenagers dressed to the nines are gathering outside the hotel. Obviously their "prom" is being held here tonight. GF is glad he's on the top floor, on the back of the building. He suspects that he is in the quietest spot, all things being considered.
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