There was a resounding silence - white sound for an age until Angus, a nervous but fiery character spoke fervently, clearly reflecting what some of the others thought. He was brutally frank and had clearly taken a dislike to us.
How could they fit two more souls into the knackered old vehicle without unbalancing the unity of the party or destroying the suspension of the vehicle itself? We were interlopers and he wanted us out, no question.
With hindsight he was probably right but at the time all I could see was a God sent ride evaporating before our very eyes.
Neville Hunt about 6 years ago
Angus sounds like a nasty turd (aren't they all).
Christopher about 6 years ago
May he be forever marred by a terrible draft up his kilt.
Neville Hunt about 6 years ago
Aye!, what Christopher said.