THIRTY-FIVE
‘'Urry up, Top g*n, it’s nearly midnight!’ Jack shouted, not realising he didn’t have to as he was speaking into his mic. Top g*n reeled from the assault on his ears, and the helicopter veered. ‘Oi, steady on, I'm already a bit tom and d**k, and I might need another poo.’
Top g*n was going as fast as he could into a strong headwind, but soon they hovered over the Catholic cathedral and after a while, several irate drivers got the message, halted to provide a clear stretch of road, and the helicopter landed. Jack bailed out, on a mission, mentioning this to a number of disgruntled drivers who could not summon their Christmas spirit for a loony in just a shirt and girl’s knickers. He had to get into church in time for Mandy to apologise, a quick pray, and home to bed. ‘Lubbly j
