CHAPTER 9 FIELDS OF NOZZLES VOLUME 2. A LONG AWAITED DEPARTURE

2000 hours, 12,04,2004 hotel grounds.
"oh my goodness" screamed catherine running out of the fire exit! "don't worry he's out now" said joe, dripping with sweat, and holdong a teatowel. robyn looked down at the very chared and icky mass that was once tim, and slowly began to weep.
"i know its hard for us all robyn, he will be missed" said jules comfortingly. "its not that" said robyn sobbing.
"its just he borrowed my trainers, my only trainers damn him!!" "thats awful robyn, here have mine" said joc very sympathetic.
"come on lets get this over with, someone call the kebab shop" said fatbob drinking an old speckled hen. so joe rang up H&H
to see what he could sort out. "no good i'm afraid chaps, the old lady across the road died last tuesday, so their ok for meat for about a week" "damn" said luke punching the wall. "look lets look at this sensibly, wilko what do you do on farms these days?"
asked jeni. "well i don't like to giveaway trade secrets but i think i can do something for a small fee" said wilko puffing on a cuban.
"ar good" said joe relaxing, now i need a bath. "er neil can you come lend us a hand with tim please" asked fatbob.
2200 hours, 12,04,2004 some hole in iceland.
"right neil, you gid the hole we'll talk some buisness, everybodys happy!" said wilko, smoothing back his hair. "ook" said neil looking worried. so neil dug away while fatbob counted the contents of tims wallet. meanwhile back at the hotel.
"i'm afraid i'm gonna have to go home early to tell tims parents." said joc crying hard. "poor tim, he really was the wild man of the woods" said alion. "but in the end he went a fire too far" she said, pulling hard on her fag. " "come on" said jeni, "lets get you a biscuit" "ooh me too" said debs running after them. "right come on joc" said viki, "lets get a flight booked"
back at the hole. "er guys i can't seem to get outn of here, are you sure it has to be 10 foot deep?" "oh yeah at least"
said fatbob. "and the gasses down here are making me dizzy" "yeah they'll do that" said wilko cassually.
"guys!" "right fatbob, you ready?" asked wilko clenching his buttocks. "lets do it, look at my eyes neil!!!" "arr shit nooo"
2430 hours, 13,04,2004 hotle bar (again)
"well thats tim buried" said wilko strolling in, rather spattered with blood. "yes" agreed fatbob holding a bag of golf clubs under his arm. "so wheres neil?" asked anna, with a manic grin on her face. "oh we had to dispence with him" said wilko dusting himself off.
"oh good" said debs under her breath. "what you say debs?" asked ellie, drinking yet another bottle ouzo!
"oh nothing really, just thinking i should really get some damn pie on the go for joe" "so neils gone?" said alion, always slow to catch on. "yup" said fatbob. "yeeees" said alion leaping in the air, and spilling her pint. "is that my tshirt your wearing alion?" asked joe anally. "er no" replied alion sweetly. enough of this, who wants a game of golf?" asked tom. "at nearly 1am tom" said jess. "er strawberry picking then?" "lets just go to bed shall we" suggested bidge yawning, "yes i quite agree" said suz, trying her hardest to snog the right simon. "well anyones welcome to join me for monopoly in my room if they like" said joe taking the situation by the horns. "yey! strip i hope" requested julia p. "of course" said joe proudly. "you coming louise?" asked emma.
"er no i better not, got a church to build tomorrow, and i've got to make the bricks first. need an early night"
"suit yourself mate" said emma slipping on a couple of jumpers.
0300 hours, 13,04,2004 joe&debbies room (wink wink nudge nudge)
"yes! i win again" shouted luke, wearing nothing but a straw boater. "damn that straw boater" said energy shivering. "not all that warm for strip monopoly is it" she said."well come on everyone lets get to bed!" said joe. so everyone went to bed, bar becca, who went to a late night ditch convention! so everyone was up bright and early, joc was off to the airport. but there was more incidents yet! "whats up onion?" asked anna, as onion came running down to breakfast in tears! "simon slept walked, to a car cruise. and got run over by an escort RS turbo!" she said, not able to control herself. "oh no thats awful" said suz pearing over a newspaper.
"well these things happen" said bigmore flicking through an alloys catalogue. "well you would say that" said suz angrily. "you and your subaru" "now now lets not squabble children" said joe, taking command. "come on" he said. "lets sort rthis out"