26.5.2009
OUT ON A FLIGHT OF FANCY
OUT ON A FLIGHT OF FANCY
http://www.netsaga.is/media/files/Aliens%20among%20us.mp3
Out and about was Clive and Raymond. Clive wasn?t feeling too well so allowed Raymond to come along and take care of the driving and most probably some of the cooking. As usual he was doing all the talking.
"So you see my man, you are in league with the devil as long as you continue to lead a double life. This scripture says so."
"What double life? I only lapsed into sin once."
"Yes, but that is enough. A long once! You said you would give it up. Give up the drink for Gloria because you love her. Drinking in excess means you love the booze more than your woman."
Clive hated it when the guy used the booze word as his eyes went really wide as if he was a man possessed or something. Maybe he was? "Yeah I hear you, I am going to give it up."
"Going? Going, going, going to give it up!" Raymond flashed his big white eyes at the chap again. "Going means nothing, it means I might give it up someday soon, or not. I will give it up is more permanent."
"Okay, I am giving it up right now, no more. Now shut the hell up!"
"Hell and Devil live there, you said hell means you love the devil."
"What are you talking about? I am going to sign on to Alcoholics Anonymous, I will sign on tomorrow."
Raymond stopped the van, "You would do that?"
"Yeah, I intend to do just that. I want to see this through. I will endure all those confessions and how long they have lasted without drink."
"That?s good! It reminds me of another scripture."
"No man no more scriptures."
"Why not?" Raymond Questioned as he started the van moving again.
"Because I have had enough bible bashing for one morning and we are trying to find the mess area on this R.A.F base.
"Just why are we here?"
"Because Sharon made a deal with the Squadron Leader. Apparently his boss above him from some place has put them on a healthy diet. His men are sick to death with salad and have asked us to come out here and feed them something unhealthy. Just one day a week we supply them with all the fat and grease they can stomach." Then Clive picked up the map on the dashboard as there was nothing to see out the windscreen, "Where are we?"
Raymond went into explanation mode. "After being let in, I took a right then a left and I have been following this wide road for a while."
Clive turned the map round, "You?ve got the map round the wrong way. You should have taken a left then a right. You have put us on some kind of big road called runway."
"Oh I see, I?ll turn the van around and we will get off the runway."
Raymond started his manover when light from above dawned on him and Clive at the same time. Both looked at each other and shouted "Ahh! Runway!"
Just then the sun was blotted out by a large black flying beast. "Ah a Hercules!"
"A what?" Clive frowned trying to make out what he was supposed to be looking at.
"A plane a very large plane." Just as he said this he put his foot to the floor and did his best to out pace the descending aircraft before they met their maker. Then as it looked very bleak the powerful aircraft seemed to gain height and take once more to the sky.
Meanwhile up in the aircraft?
"What the devil is going on pilot?"
"Sorry sir. There was a vehicle on the runway. I had to abort landing."
"Good work. So what was it, a jeep, or petrol tanker?"
"No sir. We believe it to be some kind of fast food vehicle."
"A what? Whurr... wait till I get hold of the Squadron Leader. He will get a full dressing down on safety at work and healthy eating."
Back on ground?
"Phew that was close." Clive exclaimed as he sat back into his seat.
"Saved by God."
"No Raymond, saved by a quick thinking pilot. Now let?s just get out of here before anything else has the chance to drop out of the sky!" Just as Clive said this both had another opportunity to scream as a low flying bird did a message on the windscreen.