There are some extremely simple-minded folk around these parts, and they are also very easily pleased.
This time last week excitement was surging through the town, with news that there could be a new arrival on the way for Worksop.
Folk were jumping for joy, rubbing their hands with glee, and licking their lips in anticipation.
The bunting came out, and people were sent home early from work and given the rest of the day off.
But what was the cause of all this excitement?
Maybe there’s a massive new theme park on the way... Disneyland Worksop.
Or maybe Madonna had announced a live show on The Canch, supported by PJ & Duncan.
Had Worksop Town been bought by a trillionaire Arab sheikh who had installed Pep Guardiola as manager and planned pre-transfer deadline swoops for Cristiano Ronaldo, Lionel Messi, and John O’Shea?
To a normal person, like me, the reality was a lot more mundane.
It turns out the locals had been whipped into a frenzy by news that KFC, might, only might, be on the way to Worksop.
Wow! Maybe we’ll get the wheel next, too.
I’m not sure the people of Worksop are ready for chicken. The change from their normal diet of squirrels and voles to poultry could play havoc with their digestive systems.
If you’re so desperate for a KFC bucket all you have to do is nip down the road to Retford or Barlborough.
I know this would mean doing the unthinkable and leaving Worksop’s boundaries, but it’s ok, you can get a special pass from the council.
I really don’t know what all the fuss is about.