Down the cul-de-sac, you see various houses, and a few small shops. You can hear the vague sound of cello playing emanating from the nearest house. You see two cars in the driveway - one is a tattered little fiesta, held together by a collection of sellotape and determination; the other is a classy red sports car, parked at an alarming angle, and giving the impression it's trying to get away from the fiesta. Next door is a larger house, with excessively long grass in the garden.
At the end of the road you notice Hairy being drawn, by his lack of will power, into a surprisingly large book and record shop, with a big sign at the front:
The shop next to it has advertising on the outside which alarms you slightly:
After too long spent in this exciting corner of the village, you