Blue

It is Tuesday.

The temperature is mild for the time of year.

The sky is grey, people look depressed, no one has any money.

Its January.

In an attempt to cheer the general populace, Trotter and Giggsey Girl the stupid slug Face are busking in the front yard.

Giggsey is on her drum kit and Trotter has a comb with a bit of loo roll wrapped around it into which he is blowing. He isn't really succeeding in making much of a noise, but keeps on laughing as its making his lips tickle.

As Giggsey beats out a heavy metal rif, Trotter can be seen rolling around on the floor, clutching his furry sides and laughing and laughing and laughing.

They have gathered quite a crowd.

The crowd cannot work out what they are supposed to be. A band? Performance artists? Maniacs?

It is not helped by the fact that Truly Scrumptious Lulu is sat in the doorway in her 'Cheeky Chops' T-shirt, Chefs hat, smoking a Cuban cigar and drinking Jack Daniels, whilst staring at the crowd with thinly disguised contempt. 'Plebs' she thinks, and snorts to herself within a vast cloud of acrid smoke.

The crowd can't help but think that perhaps small dogs smoking cigars might be against the law, until someone says 'No!, don't be stupid! Beagles do it all the time!' and the crowd breathes a sigh of relief.

The relief is only temporary as suddenly Fing appears in his best orange slacks, leaps nimbly over the laughing boy, and starts to Samba like his life depends on it.

As one the crowd reaches a decision.

Maniacs.