What do you give a man who has everything? A yacht perhaps, or a private jet available just when and whenever you want it? Then you can drop in on the neighbours perhaps, on the Cote D'Azur or Spain, France, Gibraltar, Morocco. Maurice Glickman just wanted to be someone he had always longed to be. Already one of the nouveau riche - the Country Gent, the Squire, the man up there in the house on the hill, where people might point and say: 'There he is...that man of substance...there he goes...that's the person we must look up to, even aspire to be..." or is it!? Is he really the man anyone might look up to, even admire!? Manners mayketh man...so we are told...on his way to the top, Maurice had never learnt the more subtle and delicate arts and finer points of human contact. Pride comes before a fall and was Maurice Glickman about to meet his match, with his seemingly down-at-earth and country neighbour...someone not quite the match for Maurice and his indefinable codes and methods of operation?