'And how much do these cost?' asked Ted.

'This particular vehicle, gentlemen, which is the Double D number 3, at this sort of spec, starts at around one hundred and twenty thousand pounds.'

'How much?' said Ted.

'What's the budget Linda's working on?' said Israel.

'About a tenth of that,' said Ted.

'Thanks for your time, then, gentlemen,' said the salesman, realising that with Ted and Israel he was dealing with bona fide twenty-four-carat time-wasters. He ushered them briskly back towards the stairs.

'One more,' said Israel, as they stepped outside.

'Ye said the last one was the last one,' said Ted.

'Yes, but, you're enjoying it really, aren't you? Be honest?'

'No,' said Ted.

'Woof!' said Muhammad.

'All right,' said Ted.

'Hi!' said the salesman on the steps of the next vehicle. He wasn't wearing a suit or tie. He was wearing jeans, and sandals, and a T-shirt which read GREENOLOGY™.

'Hi,' said Israel.

'Hi,' repeated the T-shirted man. 'I'm Steve, from Greenology Coach Builders in Bristol.' Steve from Greenology Coach Builders in Bristol spoke with an inflection which made every statement sound like a question. 'We call this our EnviroMobile?'

'Would that be because it's environmentally friendly?' said Israel.

'Yes?' said Steve, inflectingly.

'Environmentally friendly?' said Ted. 'A thirty-foot mobile vehicle?'

'We're the country's first environmentally friendly coach builders? We're totally different from anyone else out there in the market at the moment? Come inside and see?' said Steve. 'You'll notice straightaway this light-'

'And airy cab area?' said Israel.

'That's right?' said Steve. 'Up above this light and airy cab area there are small roof-mounted solar panels, which obviously contribute to reducing your carbon footprint?'

Ted sighed.

'Every little helps,' said Israel.

'The vehicle runs on bio-fuel, obviously?' said Steve.

'We mostly run on red diesel,' said Ted.

'And this is an all-round low emission vehicle, without going all the way to a hybrid?'

'Great,' said Israel.

'And you'd have noticed from the outside that it's streamlined, to minimise fuel consumption, and that inside here we have a low allergy-risk interior?'

'Ugh,' said Ted.

'You okay?' said Steve.

'I feel sick,' said Ted. 'It must be the…what did ye call it?'

'Low allergy-risk interior?'

'That'd be it. Excuse me.'

'Ted!' said Israel, as they made their way back to the van.

'Hippies,' said Ted. 'Weirdoes. Conmen'

'They're only doing their job,' said Israel.

'Well, they can do their job with someone else,' said Ted. 'I'm not buying a new van from any of these shysters.'

'We don't say "shysters", Ted.'

'We don't?'

'No, of course we don't.'

'Why not?'

'Because it's…can be construed as anti-Semitic.'

'Ach, Israel, don't get me started again on all that PC World stuff again, I've had enough for one day.'

'It's PC, Ted. Politically correct. PC World's a shop.'

'Aye. One of me cousins bought a computer there up in Derry. Had to take it back. It was the wrong one. Bunch of shysters.'

'Ted!'

Back at the van the judges had arrived and they were standing among the crowd, gazing at the daubings.

'Ach,' said Ted.

'Oh God,' said Israel.

There were four judges: a woman who was about double the width of an average woman, and half the height, and who wore half-moon glasses, and who dressed all in brown, in a brown shawl, and a long brown skirt, and brown boots and a contrasting bright pink pashmina; and another woman, taller, thin, with her hair cut in a frightening bob; and a young man in a leather jacket and jeans, with a shaven head and a T-shirt that read BOOK LUST; and another man, middle-aged, in a suit with a pink pin-striped shirt and a thick turquoise silk tie.

'Are these the judges?' whispered Ted to Israel as they approached the van.

'I fear so,' said Israel.

'God help us.'

'Ah, here they are!' said Israel's mother, with some relief. 'Just in time! Israel, Ted. These are the judges. The chairman of the judges-'

'Chair, please,' said the little wide woman. 'Do I look like a man?'

'Well-' began Israel's mother.

'Ooh,' the scary bob lady was saying, fingering one of the swirling rainbow patterns on the van, 'this is nice. I like this.' She was wearing a Little Red Riding Hood sort of coat, with a hood. '"The Odyssey", that's a very good name for a mobile library, isn't it? Very inventive.'

'And is that an Eye of Horus round the front, above the cab?' asked the shaven-headed judge.

'Yes, I'm afraid so,' said Israel. 'But if I could just explain what's happened-'

'No need,' said the short little lady, waving her hand in dismissal, not even bothering to look round. 'It's perfectly clear.'

She pursed her lips and started to move around the van, peering at the paintwork, scribbling notes on forms attached to a clipboard.

'No,' said Israel, 'you see-'

'I see, thank you, I see,' murmured the woman, marking her forms. 'I. See.'

'It's unique, this is,' the bob lady was saying, also making notes on a clipboard, following in the shorter woman's considerable wake.

'That's one way of putting it,' said the little woman.

'It's not very modern, is it?' said the leather-jacketed man. 'Not really.' Israel couldn't quite see if the man was marking ticks or crosses on his sheet.

'That's its appeal though, isn't it?' said the bob lady. 'It's retro.'

'It's certainly a period piece,' said the man in the suit.

'Excuse me?' said Israel, peering over their shoulders.

'It may be a period piece,' said the little lady. 'But which period exactly? The Dark Ages? The 1960s?'

'I think it's very unusual,' said the bob lady.

'If you like that sort of thing,' said the little lady.

'I do.'

'Well, I'm not impressed I'm afraid.'

'It's interesting, you've got to grant it that,' said the suited man. 'We've nothing like this in Darlington.'

'Well, do please let me explain-' began Israel, who was circling the van with them.

'It's all right,' said the woman. 'I can see what this is.'

'Yes,' said Israel, 'it's-'

'A labour of love,' said Israel's mother, who was circling also. 'That's what it is. They've worked very hard on this.'

'Good,' said the suited man patronisingly. 'Good. Well done you.'

'I don't care how hard they've worked on it,' said the little lady, tapping her clipboard. 'We've criteria to meet.'

'And I suppose imagination is not one of your criteria?' said Israel's mother.

'Certainly not,' said the little lady.

'Which is a shame, because that's exactly what you lot need, isn't it?'

'Is it?' said the little lady fiercely.

'Yes! Look around you,' said Israel's mother, using her always expressive hand gestures to great rhetorical effect. 'Everything else here looks exactly the same-horrible, municipal. White, yellow. Boring, boring, boring. But this, though, the…Odyssey…is completely unique.'

'You've certainly got people talking,' said the suited man. 'I'll grant you that.'

'She's right,' said the shaven-headed young man.

'And who are you, so keen on special pleading?' said the little lady, fixing her gaze on Israel's mother. 'Somebody's mother?'

'No!' said Israel.

'Yes!' said Israel's mother.

The little lady fixed both Israel and his mother with a withering stare and moved on round silently. Israel could see her marking thick black crosses on her clipboard.

Inside the van things got worse.

'There's not a lot of storage,' said the little lady, making another furious cross on her notes.

'But it's so cosy,' said the bob lady.

'Cosy is not a criteria,' said the little lady.