“That… play,” I said. “What did it represent?”

He frowned at me and tilted his head. I repeated the question, but it seemed he’d understood my words, but not their meaning.

“Represent?” he said. “Nay. It represent nowt. Tis just only the Auld Tup.”

The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Discretion is advised. Episode-specific warnings can be found at www.wrongstation.com