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.
I lied.
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.
