ON the surface, it didn't look like the setting for a piece of riotous comedy: a railway station car park on a spring afternoon.There were cars swinging softly into parking spots; doors clunking closed; luggage being hauled out of boots; the thin jingle of a mobile phone going off somewhere out of sight.But what's this? An open car boot? With a towering pile of unsecured paper sitting within? And a sudden gust of April wind building up, ready for a damn good blow?I slowed to a stroll and...
