The first time Burgess and his wife Lynne visited Tangiers, it was as part of a Mediterranean package tour. The couple were joined by
a decent middle-class herd of meagre drinkers and unadventurous eaters.
Their dragoman was a Mr Lodge,
who put on a little woolly cap like Dr Spindrift’s so that he might be identifiable to his flock when he led them through mobs of redolent pickpockets and bottom-pinchers.
One day, Lynne was slow in boarding the airport bus, and
Mr Lodge publicly rebuked her.
Big mistake. The opportunity arose for Burgess to pay Mr Lodge back for his insolence.
