s watch, “We’ll probably be back in time for ‘The Bill’ at eight. Do you watch that?” he asked.“Sometimes. Lets get going then.”As they were walking, Mohandas edged in closer to Derrick in order to ask a question.“Um…Derrick,” he paused, wondering how Derrick would react to his thought. “Did you think that the, er, Kite Club members were a bit ‘stand-offish’ towards us? Like they didn’t want us there?” Mohandas lifted an eyebrow to await the response. Derrick shrugged.“Yeah, I noticed that too, but believe me, there’s nothing in it. They’re just eccentric old men with nothing better to do than fly kites. They’re probably just put out that we weren’t invited to their little gathering but turned up anyway,” assured Derrick “They’re always like that.”“Yeah, I suppose you’d know, I just didn’t like their attitude.” Mohandas explained as they entered the pub. Derrick started to walk up past other wide-eyed, drunken patrons to the bar. Mohandas called out to him,“Derrick, get me a ‘Smiles’. Oh, and can we sit in the corner tonight, by the window?” Derrick spun round in his seat by the bar. “Sure, pal.” he replied.Mohandas sat and looked out the window as he waited. He could just make out what looked like some local hooligans messing around with a bonfire in the distance. One was dancing around with a stick in his hand, while another one was adding petrol. Derrick approached and sat down.“See anything?” Derrick inquired.“Well, maybe. Did you know some kids out there are setting a bonfire, on the common?” replied Mohandas.“Oh great! Them again! I’ve been hounding them for three months now, but somehow those kids always manage to slip through my fingers.” Derrick shook his head in despair. Mohandas wond...
