Chapter Twelve
The soon-to-be opened pub in Kelton Market along with its celebrity TV chef owner Paulo Louis Black had become the featured topic of conversation at The Drowned Duck. Everyone seemed to hold the opinion that The Lady Rose was a slap in the face to long-time residents of the area, to say nothing of being a slap in the face to the late Derrick Pickles’s memory. Although nearly no one in Little Acre actually went to the neighbouring village, they had plenty to say about what went on there.
By now Thelonious had begun to feel like a regular part of the scene and had even taken to hanging around by the bar, where he chimed in with his own thoughts on the subject, which happened to be in agreement with those already in existence. This ingratiated him no end with Fag-stain Man, w
