Now and then, the Gorse Fox feels as if he has dropped into a parallel universe. So it was when he sat down in the Mexican restaurant. Blonde, good look eastern European waitresses and a table surrounded by a strange cross section of humanity all of whom seemed to have helium charged voices with broad West country burrs.
Finishing quickly, GF ordered the bill and escaped through a Stargate as quickly as he could.
By the way. The Gorse Fox is two thirds of the way through Paul Sussman's "Last Secret of the Temple" and must commend it to the reader. Excellent book so far.
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