Nottingham

[squirmelia]

Traipsing through rain, they screamed and swore, adding to the cacophony of sirens, disco beats and speeding cars, on Maid Marian Way. I couldn't sleep and my mind was full of acronyms. Earlier that night I had eaten watermelon chutney, and before that, I had sipped a pheasant plucker in a pub set into a cave. I also remember a shop that had a sign on the door saying it was close today.