One Night in Derby – Part 2
. I wandered lonely as a cloud, along the Derby streets As if I’d fallen from the sky, shaken free by techno beats (If you will remember, I had left the warmth of Fusion, With three hours still to go before the night reached its conclusion…) ————————- Salvation came in the shape of a bar which was named the Flaming Fox Referring, I supposed, to the barmaid, whose smile could have melted rocks I settled myself at the edge of the room, and got out my notebook Figuring I would do some work, make the most of my bad luck But it wasn’t long before I was approached by one of the in-house bouncers Who’d seen me writing in a book, and had come looking for some answers “Are you an inspector or something?” He asked me, to my surprise “No,” I responded, then instantly thought of many better replies About ten minutes later, it was the barmaid who ambled over And we chatted nonsense for a while, me glad that I was sober She went away for a few minutes more, and then, upon returning She turned my head and kissed me, leaving my cheeks fairly burning “Keep up the good work,” she said with a grin, and slinked back to the bar While I smiled like a lunatic – best moment of the night by far! ‘On par with Zeppelin Dude at the least’, I thought, and began to wonder If any other strangeness would emerge from out of the thunder Lo and behold, the night indeed had one more thing in store Blasts of cold wind filled the room, and a midget walked through the door He wandered round the room a bit, and passed me once or twice So on his third pass I said “Hello”, trying to be nice He said hello back and so I made polite conversation Feeling rather sorry for his slight air of desperation However this backfired when he asked me “So… wanna come back to mine?” I managed to say, with contained shock, that I’d have to decline After that he turned away and left without a word Just as the dreaded call ‘It’s closing time!’ was heard Thusly did I head out again into the Derby night And trudged back to the station, which was a very gloomy sight The only passenger was I, on a train so quiet and dead That never so eager have I been, to see my single bed And when finally I did get home, at around half-past seven The cloudy grey of Leicester dawn looked like the plains of heaven . —————– . So that, then, is the story, of what happened on that night Of shocks and laughs and oddities, and the occasional fright But should I ever find myself once more stranded in that hell? . I think I’ll do the sensible thing, and find a good hotel.