Rock City followed by The Dragon last night. Is there a more glorious double header in the entire universe? I think not.

A Camm's coach - seen here in its usual state of roadside dilapidation - was a school's cut-price choice for the day trip. Driven by loon-eyed ex-legionnaires, shoddy brakes meant that downhill parts of journeys could produce a G-force that distorted the faces of screaming kids.

Go on - you know you want to.

Wet but beautiful in the Market Square this morning.

Remembrance of Things Past Marcel Proust had his madeleine; Ron has ...

A reminder that to meet diversity targets, Ron is happy to receive replies from those not immediately within the sacred boundaries; I've even had tweets from as far away as Ashby-de-la-Zouch. However, don't bother if you're from Derby - we need some standards rahnd ere.

Extra time until it gets dark or your mam calls you in for tea, whichever is the sooner.

Oh, for the jaunt of this fella today.

Very true, this. Football in the winter, cricket in the summer, even for us Medders urchins. Here we are close to Trent Bridge. 👇

I'm hovering ...

"What are these ducks of which they speak, Philip?"

Tell today's crazy kids that teams were allowed one sub, and only then if a player had stepped on a landmine, and they'll look at you gone out.

When a man is tired of the 77 and 88 free bus routes, he is tired of life.

You'll do.

St. Nicholas' church sits patiently while Maid Marian Way is spawned.

There's only one gang I've ever wanted to be a part of.

Please don't disturb me - I'm recording the top 20 and need to hit the pause button in the sweet spot.

You can hear this.

He'll learn.