Well, i'm stuck outside the civic officer waiting for the bus. There's a large, notably unglamourous queue waiting for who wants to be a millionaire. Four little rat boys on identical motorised scooters are circling the car park, weaving in and out of cars. An old woman with bright hair and a miniskirt pushes past as i watch the sun set through vapour trails over the natwest offices. Against this, there's the ever present hum of traffic and police sirens. Yes, it's just another day in borehamwood.