The Derby Trip 1

The staircases on Derby station were littered with bags and bodies when I got there this morning. After I’d picked my way over them and got to the foyer, I asked the young woman behind the desk:

‘Excuse me.’

‘Yes.’

‘Why is the station full of mud-spattered people with big bags?’

‘They’re returning from the music festival.’

‘So are they going home now?’

‘Yes.’

‘Oh, good.’

See. I do know how to be charming.