Toddy and Mick had a narrow escape on their way to the bank, to get the last of their spending money. Having overcome the vagaries of the one-way in both-directions system of traffic around the Roland Centre, they confidently stepped out into the (seemingly) empty road. Their confidence evaporated as two bikes whizzed past between them. The bikes were really trying hard to get them; for one was on the pavement and the other on the road going the wrong way, as they shot through a red light and turned left at a "Left Turn Verboten" sign.

Finally, with half of the contents of the Roland Centre stored in their bags, our heroes met up again at the van. All, that is, except one...

"Anybody seen Len?"

"I saw him about an hour ago; he was going to the bank."

"But it's only half a mile away, he should have been back by now."

"P'raps those bikes got him...?"

"No, ...he must have found a cream cake shop!"

"I hope he gets back soon, it's nearly half past five'"

At six o'clock (the time the kids should have gone 'on'), a white-shirted, red-faced figure appeared in the distance. As it got nearer, Len was recognised:

"***** German banks! ...took the bag money in ...silly ***** didn't just weigh it, he ***** well counted it, and then he put all the coins in racks, and then into paper rolls ... what a ***** waste of time'"

He was still muttering as he banged his foot on the accelerator, and off they sped to the school, arriving late, of course (well, there's a reputation to think about, isn't there?).

The kids were all standing outside, anxiously hopping from one foot to another.

"Come on, lads, you're late!"

"Yes, we know.", our heroes called back, as they hurried down to the class room to change into kit, in a record time, and hurry upstairs to the hall where they found their protégés lined up, waiting to 'rant on'. The key was inserted in Len's back, wound up, and off he went - the kids at his heels, with the rest following behind at a respectful distance.