"Good Lord two of worse company reprobates in the bar at once, Soph don't take any lip from either of these
buggers. Lets be fair, if a girl has a pulse, and looks sideways at Derek, he falls in love. I think hes yet to
score from the penalty spot though." ...
Jay, swung into the bar, sheaf of papers in his hand.
"Mind you, as long as Pete has a faceful of bacon sarny, hes fairly harmless, grubby logic and all. And I'm
sure his 'wrench wench' will be glad to hear he finds her so attractive. Wonder what extremely important
bits will be detaching themselves from the ship at one of those really stick moments ? I'm quite sure the
insurance branch will be reviewing the 'wear and tear' clause in his cover now."
The papers slid across the bar ...
Thought one or two of the others may have poked their heads in by now, the lure of a set of executive
washroom keys, coupled with the odd free beer, is normally enough to attract them to a bar ... Errr,
silly me, just a bar is normally enough."
Right, stock take in the morning, I'll be in early for a change, Tracy is out of town for the weekend.
Might get some work, and a spot of fishing done." ...
Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."