Deadline for Murder
“"But I didn't realise till now how right I was." "Listen to it," muttered her companion. "Nine months in Italy and suddenly she's an expert on European culture." Eight years of friendship had given Sophie Hartley the right to snipe at Lindsay's occasional pomposity, and she never hesitated.
"Listen," Lindsay argued. "Nothing you've told me about this wine bar we're heading for sounds British to me. A place where writers, actors, lawyers, and politicians go to drink good wine, eat serious fo...od, and put the world to rights sounds like cafe society in Paris or Vienna or Berlin, not bloody Glasgow. I know it's three years since I lived here, but it seems to me that everything's changed." Sophie smiled. "It's got yuppified, if that's what you mean. Every other car a BMW. Don't forget, it's the European City of Culture now," she teased.
"As if I could," Lindsay replied ironically. "Every corner shop has got posters up advertising some cultural beanfeast.MoreLess
"Listen," Lindsay argued. "Nothing you've told me about this wine bar we're heading for sounds British to me. A place where writers, actors, lawyers, and politicians go to drink good wine, eat serious fo...od, and put the world to rights sounds like cafe society in Paris or Vienna or Berlin, not bloody Glasgow. I know it's three years since I lived here, but it seems to me that everything's changed." Sophie smiled. "It's got yuppified, if that's what you mean. Every other car a BMW. Don't forget, it's the European City of Culture now," she teased.
"As if I could," Lindsay replied ironically. "Every corner shop has got posters up advertising some cultural beanfeast.MoreLess
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