April 22 Charles to borrow plane for trip

on Friday 22 April 2011

Ernest cursed his luck not once but twice as the hot onion juice shot down his shirt and Paul Montrose pulled up in his Mercedes.

" Ernie, how's it going old man ?" Without waiting for a reply he turned to the man in the window of Vince's Burgerama and ordered a chilli dog, extra hot.

" How's Philip ? Still teaching, my Charles is in Monaco now, the lucky dog".

No reply was expected, Paul Montrose had no interest in anyone that wasn't financially useful.

" He popped over to see us last week, took the Lear, you should hear the racket it makes when it takes off, it must've been louder than dresden on a clear night".

The chilli dog was thrust between them momentarily bringing a time out between the two old adversaries. Ernest remembered the stain on his shirt and brought his arms across his chest. Paul bit into the dog whilst continuing to talk but within seconds  began to splutter and spat the remaining meat mess onto the floor, gasping and red in the face.

Vince winked at Ernest before the Burgerama disappeared in a flash of blinding light.

Later as he drove home Ernest called Philip to see if he wanted some chips picking up.

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