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out for him at night."
"Yes. Right." Harvey pulled a sour face. "That's just what this place needs. A drunken paranormal
phenomenon scrambling around on the rooftops scarfing down cheese and pickle sandwiches. That's really
going to do wonders for property prices."
"Property prices are going through the roof," I told him. "I was talking to Barry Vickers the other day; he
says people are queueing up to buy property here."
"Yes, but those people all believe that the Mayans colonised Mars and that aliens are abducting loggers
in the Pacific Northwest and sticking silicon chips up their noses. I don't want people like that for neighbours,
no thank you."
"Barry reckons he could get a half a million quid for my house."
He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." I couldn't believe he hadn't heard any of this.
"Something's going on," Domino said, coming back from the bar empty-handed. "Hello, Harvey."
"Hi," Harvey said.
"Where's my drink?" I asked.
"The journalists are leaving," said Domino.
Harvey and I looked at each other. Now Domino mentioned it, I could hear cars and vans starting up
outside. Harvey raised an eyebrow.
"Oh no," I groaned. "It's much too nice a day."
He leaned forward and plucked at my sleeve. "C'mon, Geoffrey. You look like a man who needs an
adventure."
"I have all the adventure I need in my front room."
He pulled my sleeve again, grinning. "C'mon."

The convoy wound its way slowly out of the village and into the sweltering countryside, a line of about fifteen
vehicles headed by a converted double-decker bus spray-painted with huge dahlias.
"Who the hell are they?" Harvey asked, pointing up ahead at the bus.
"Druids," said Domino.
Harvey glanced in the rearview mirror to see if Domino was keeping a straight face.
"They've been coming over here from Stonehenge since last Wednesday," I said. "The fields between here
and there are full of them."
Harvey looked bemused. "My goodness," he said. "Has there been any action at Stonehenge?"
"Not a peep," Domino said.
 I closed my eyes and leaned back until my head was against the seat's rest. "Imagine their
disappointment."
"It's a very localised phenomenon," said Domino.
"It's starting to get on my tits," Harvey said. "You know, this morning, while we were clearing frogs, this
Space Cruiser pulled up with all these guys with video cameras in it."
I nodded. Space Cruisers containing guys with video cameras had become about as unusual in Seldon as
Springheel Jack.
"None of them spoke more than a couple of words of English," Harvey went on. "Turned out they were
Uzbeks. Uzbeks. I mean, do Uzbeks even have television?"
"Of course they do," said Domino.
"Yeah, other people's television. I meant television of their own."
"Uzbekistan has quite a muscular little press association these days, actually," Domino told him.
I opened my eyes. In front of us, the thirteen-strong Polish television contingent had somehow crammed
themselves and all their equipment into their rented Espace. Through their rear window, I could see what
appeared to be a heated argument going on.
"They wanted rooms," Harvey said, voice rising indignantly. "They thought the House was a hotel. Imagine
that."