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of tea. None of which contained any sprout.
    'I thought you'd like it better here than in the staff canteen,' said Derek.
    'You mean that cupboard.'
    'The staff canteen cupboard, yes. How's the tea?'
    Kelly Anna Sirjan sipped her Lady Grey. 'Remarkably good, actually. The filtered water makes all the difference.'
    'There's not much you can't get in Brentford if you know where to look.'
    'I was talking about your boss, Mr Shields,' said Kelly Anna Sirjan.
    'Yes, I know you were.' Derek sipped at his Typhoo. 'He's not a bad man. He's rather fierce and I agree he's something of a misogynist. But I'm afraid that he fears what you might do to the paper.'
    'He should fear for his job,' said Kelly. 'Speaking to a complete stranger in the way that he did.'
    'He has the job for life. It's written into his contract.'
    'Only in Brentford,' said Kelly.
    'Yes, you're right about that.'
    'But he has nothing to fear from me anyway. I'm not here to change anything. I'm just here to study.'
    'You want to learn how the paper's run? There's really not much to it.'
    Kelly Anna plucked at her hair and turned smooth strands between her fingers. Backwards, forwards, backwards. 'It's not the paper,' she said. 'It's the town itself. I'm writing a thesis on it for my doctorate. I'm doing an MA in socio-economics. I approached the newspaper publisher at their head office. Told them about the project I had in mind. They put up the finance and arranged for me to come and work at the
Brentford Mercury
for three weeks. Mostly I just want to study the archives, learn about the history of the borough. I'm fascinated by the way that it appears to co-exist with the other boroughs surrounding it, yet remains curiously isolated and insular. I'm seeking to build up a general framework on which to hang my thesis.'
    'Oh,' said Derek. 'Then Mr Shields has got it all wrong. He thought that you were some kind of troubleshooter from head office sent to shake up the place.'
    'That's what head office would like me to do, but I don't want to cause any trouble. You can tell Mr Shields that I won't cause him any trouble.’
    Derek smiled, exposing a set of perfect pearly-white teeth. 'Would you mind terribly if I didn't?' he said. 'I've worked at the
Mercury
for nearly two years now and he's shouted at me on every single day of them. It's been a real pleasure to watch him squirm, I'd like to enjoy it for just a little longer.'
    Kelly raised an eyebrow. 'You're a naughty boy,' she said.
     
    'Naughty bus,' said Periwig Tombs, struggling with the handbrake. 'I oiled you this morning, don't you get stuck on me now.'
    The tour bus was parked at the western tip of the baseline of the Great Brentford Triangle.
    'It is popularly believed', came the voice of Big Bob through the speaker system, 'that the city of Manchester has more canals in it than does Venice. This is.not altogether true, although we do have the world's most famous football team. Man U.'
    'Eh?' went Periwig Tombs and he turned his head and slid back the little glass panel behind the driver's seat. 'Oi, Bob,' he called, along the deserted lower deck of the bus. 'Have you gone stone bonkers or something? What's all this toot about Man U?'
    Big Bob's big head popped out from that special place where the bus conductors stand. 'Eee-up, bonny lad,' said he. And 'Eee-up, bonny lad' came out of the speakers.
    'Eee-up, bonny lad?' shouted Periwig Tombs. 'That's not Manchester, that's Geordie, isn't it? Have you been drinking, or what?'
    'Ding, ding,' went Big Bob. 'Hold very tight please.'
    'You
have
been drinking!' shouted Periwig. 'You've been at the giggly pops.'
    'Pardon I?' said Big Bob Charker. 'Giggly pops? What are those?'
    'Piggly pops. Bimbo bubbly pops, damn me, I've forgotten how to speak.'
    'Who are you?' asked Big Bob, suddenly. 'What are you doing in my front room?'
    'He's lost it!' Periwig Tombs slammed shut the glass shutter and got into a bit of a sweat. 'He's gone mad. He's lost his lollipops, fan belts,