“So did you catch the latest episode of The Apprentice, Barnaby?” Cecil asks, foraging deep into his heavy traditional English breakfast. A change of pace for us, for him. 
Out with the grains, oats, nuts and fruits, our usual fare on these morning meetings. Continue reading
“What are your thoughts on a soft coup, Barnaby?”
We’re at our regular breakfast meeting. Cecil has broken with all precedent, gone rogue, as they say, switching up from his usual swish porridge to try some of this ‘new-fangled’ huevos rancheros. “The beans, I believe,” he rationalized, “offset any of the possible downside to eating eggs. The toast too is multigrain.” Continue reading
“We’re going to drown in all the bullshit, don’t you think, Barnaby?”
Elsie does not make her profanities lightly. Cursing is serious business for her. Don’t swear if you don’t really mean it. Continue reading