Lestrade’s father was French. His grandparents had a restaurant in Aigues-Mortes, in the Camargue, and the young Greg spent many of his school holidays there, learning to ride (horses and motorbikes), speak French and cook up a storm. Give him any three ingredients and he can feed the gods. He is very fussy about his coffee and his whisky, but has an irrational liking for raspberry-jam-filled Krispy Kreme doughnuts.
In his youth, he was into punk rock, and his off-duty clothes now include a collection of original band t-shirts (that he can still squeeze into), red converse, his old scuffed and ripped leather motorcycle jacket, and one diamond ear stud. He played bass in a punk band at school and still likes to jam with anyone who is handy. He loves punk, but is a gnarly bass player and can actually put a good bottom on anything. This has been useful in undercover work as a roadie (for the Yard) and as a session musician (for MI6).
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