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Zorba The Greek – Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass
After a bit, like I’d planned, I decided now was the time to face the bomb site that I was sure the cops had left of my office.
But first I needed food. I walked down to the high street and over to Georgio’s, our local Greek greasy, or greasy Greek. The food was lousy, but it was cheap and there was plenty of it. The perfect recipe for a hangover cure. I went for the full English: sausage, bacon, fried egg, mushrooms (tinned), tomatoes (tinned), baked beans, and two white toasts. Washed down with Georgio’s coffee, thick and black as sludge. Or the Squeaker’s heart, as Smyth had said.
There was also a full Greek on offer, which added chips and a stuffed vine leaf. You probably got a knife in the back as a bonus. I kept mine to the wall
