Feather Fall
Should be happenin' tonight. Has for the last six years - regular as clockwork.
Wha'? Well you come here and listen to me my boy and I'll tell you something. You know that I work in the museum. Well, since 1920 it has closed for two days just before the first weekend in August and not even I, the cleaner, am allowed inside.
What goes on? True as Bob, your granda' don't know a thing. But you'll see it tonight. People comin' awfully late down this road - only thing past me is the museum. They'll leave again tonight - very, very late. Prob'ly stay over in Birmingham 'til the morning. It's all very unusual. But no harm seems to have come to anyone and on Monday when the museum opens there'll be new artifacts on display that people haven't seen yet. Its a quality museum I work for, hardly any borrowing from anywhere else.
What lad? No, I don't know who they are and I doubt that they know that I hear them come past - nobody notices the cleaners my boy, we're the little people. Now go to bed and I'll wake you when they come by. Then on Monday I'll take you to look at the baubles before your mam comes to fetch you again.
A Pulp 1920's England imagined by Michele Haward.