I wanted to tell you about a man who ran an antiques business in Plymouth. He called himself Robin Bastard.He had one leg and a wicked twinkle in his eye. He became one of the most forceful dreams in my emporium. He was as brave as I was fearful. Of course this was nearly thirty years ago, and even I was a little braver in those days.
Do you remember him?
He and I had a daughter, Grace, who is the most beautiful dream in my emporium.
We buried Geoff (Robin Bastard) at sea in May 2002 but he arose from the waves, via a belgian trawler, the following year and had to be reburied. That was a bad dream.
I will tell you more next time.
