Totally Unwell

When you are lost, there is only one thing to do. Ask a Local - and here is our resplendent Local.

His "old school" pointing of the the arm was textbook, but he did tell us to make haste "before the demons arise from their slumbers, and cast you into the pits of hades".

With this in mind off we ran into the night (and more directionally along the river).

Not a clue what the next pub was called but the "Karaoke King" was having a whale of a time. His friend seemed happy as well.

"Thumbs Up" is international sign language for "Party, Party, Party"

From here we went further a long the "river of dreams" a song written by Billy Joel about Derby's modern waterway system.

In a brief moment of respite we sat on a wall under a bridge. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

Check out the awesome "Chavs Death" graffiti, which I don't remember seeing at the time, but now feel a lot better for it.

From this den, we headed north to "The Smithfields" - with a much needed BBQ.