Splat the Rat

Last Friday I had a brief meeting with a business contact over coffee and afterwards we returned to our cars.  His vehicle was parked alongside my own in a small car park at the back of a Tandoori restaurant as it prepared for its lunchtime trade, the spicy cooking smells teasing the nostrils.

“It’s a good neighbourhood, lovely restaurants,” I said.  “Hey, maybe we have a bite to eat next time?”

“You can count on it!”

We exchanged a friendly fist-bump farewell. The knuckle-knock has become a com...