Bones went out for a few parting ales with some of his old comrades from the Socialist Skeleton Alliance the night before flying out.
I got a miscall from him at 2am followed by a message detailing my weak party spirit and how much of a corporate stooge I was for sleeping on a Wednesday night.
He missed his flight.
And had to beg a pay advance to buy another one.
So I booked it for him and told him the taxi would be here at 8am.
Bones has now been waiting on the street for an hour, with no cab in sight. He’s starting to get a bit suspicious but he’s too paranoid about missing another flight to make a scene.
Keep an eye out for some Bones postcards over the next month as he troops around different countries in search of his ancestors.
Errol St Osteo: Attempting To Avoid the Moniker Corporate Stooge in 2015.