BAGS’ GROOVE
That Monday lunchtime in June it was on page three of the early edition of the Standard. Front page was a rail strike that was or wasn’t about to happen, and the fact that Madonna had decided to dress like she’d been brought up in the Shires, and was going to open an olde English pub in London with her dozy husband. I read the paper with a BLT that I’d managed to wrestle out of it’s usual cardboard and plastic coffin, and a cup of decent coffee from the office machine. On page three, half way down was a headline that read: MYSTERY OF SHOOTING VICTIM AT LUXURY HOTEL. Underneath was the report of an unnamed man found with bullet wounds in the car park of the five star Dulwich Blenheim hotel. He had been taken to a local hospital for treatment, where his condition was reported t
