Confession – I have never been a fan of George Michael.

But – his voice is great and he writes good lyrics. He wrote this song.

And I do not blame him for playing the game. He was GAY but was forced to become every teenage girl’s idol.

If he hadn’t – he would still be Georgios Kyriacos Panayiotou. Just another Anglo/Cypriot/Greek in London.

This reminds me of one of my favourite Ann Granger Mitchell and Markby books.

When Meredith Mitchell bumps into her old school friend Rachel Hunter at the Chelsea Flower Show, it doesn’t take Meredith long to realise that she and the effortlessly self-confident blonde have even less in common now than they had as teenagers. Apart from one thing – Meredith’s companion, Chief Inspector Markby. For to the embarrassment of all concerned, except of course the self-possessed Rachel, Meredith’s old school friend turns out to have been Markby’s former wife, from whom he was divorced years before in less than friendly circumstances.

The meeting with Rachel is not the only surprise the Flower Show has in store for Markby – before the afternoon is out he has a death on his hands. All too quickly he and Meredith find themselves drawn into the plush, apparently well-run world Rachel and her second husband created for themselves in their Cotswold home, Malefis Abbey, a world which Markby becomes increasingly convinced harbours a highly skilled murderer …

TRUST ME – There is a Levantine link here :o)