Sharro reached inside a glass display cabinet adorned with stencilled gold tulip garlands and granted privilege, placing occasional white plates and matching gilt edged serving bowls on the dining table. They tucked into a familiar spread of Madras Curry and Rice, Beef Chow Mein and to round it off Sweet Vermicelli Cake. Glasses fizzed with Mauby poured over cubes procured from the obligatory pineapple ice bucket. They listened intently to Malcolm’s life and quickly glossed over theirs. Sonia connected a Walkman to a somewhat twitchy electric socket. She played CDs and showcased family pictures as Jimmy scrutinised musical tastes. They were a charming family with gentle voices. It struck him how different they sounded from the UK West Indians. Had twenty years of western toxins polluted these sweet tones into harsh dissonance?