2. "MITRE BOYS ON TOUR" - MIJA MISSION PATPOSSIBLE - PART 2
After running the Madrid airport marathon for seniors, Senor Don Pat and his entourage boarded the minuscule aircraft for the onward journey to his hide-out in the sun.
The "A team" attempted to settle into their seats but were interrupted by Mac trying to stuff his oversized hand luggage into the overhead lockers. After assistance from the convivial but Hispanic speaking cabin crew, Mac attempted to stash his bag on his seat and sit on it. However, his lofty perch was soon spotted by the over enthusiastic cabin crew and soon a hand to hand struggle was enacted between, Nigel O, Mac and a squeaky speaking Spanish lady-boy.
After a minute of pushing and shoving the bag was placed at the feet of Nigel O, but this was considered inappropriate by the Spanish gestapo, and soon the bag was being manhandled from the plan to be placed in the hold with the other over sized bags. Whilst this commotion was taking place, the ground staff had systematically loaded and unloaded the hold luggage on three occasions, whilst conceivably looking for contraband in Macs underpants, but eventually with a swoosh of the hands and the muttering of adios, the hold was sealed and with the elastic bands fully wound up, the miniature aircraft taxied for take-off.
After ascending in to the sky over Madrid and taking in the sights of the local sewage plant, the plane was selling a selection of beverages as the entire plane queued to relieve themselves in the only bog, which was located at the rear of the plane adjacent to Mac and close to Lou and Sue O. Soon Lou was chatting up the only octogenarian Irish hippy onboard and was soon quarreling with Sue O over who would have the honour of holding him upright whilst he waited to expel the Guinness from his system.
Eventually, with both of our heroins having pocketed his telephone number the balsa plane was approaching the welcoming tarmac of Malaga Airport. Cabin Crew to Cross Check bellowed the intercom as the cabin crew stared at each other trying to interpret the message. Finally the message was repeated in Latin, and the crew strapped themselves in to there seats for the landing procedure.
After taxing to a halt some hundred meters from the terminal, we awaited our release which was granted after a sweaty and uncomfortable wait. We levered our aching bodies from our seats and climbed down the steep steps in to the Andalusian sun. Passing through passport control without showing any identification, we were soon met by Manuel who was to drive us to our hideout. After a short delay of approximately forty five minutes whilst the "puffing billy's" in our group smoked a couple of dozen fags each, we were bombing down the highway towards Calla Mija and our luxurious retreat. Pat and Sue had left us at the airport so as to collect their transport and were soon drawing up at our destination just as our own chariot arrived.
After allowing Mac to get out of the boot, we collected our baggage and decamped to the accommodation so as to ready our tired bodies for the heavy night of drinking that was ahead of us. After a couple of dumps we were ready.......
To be continued...
After running the Madrid airport marathon for seniors, Senor Don Pat and his entourage boarded the minuscule aircraft for the onward journey to his hide-out in the sun.
The "A team" attempted to settle into their seats but were interrupted by Mac trying to stuff his oversized hand luggage into the overhead lockers. After assistance from the convivial but Hispanic speaking cabin crew, Mac attempted to stash his bag on his seat and sit on it. However, his lofty perch was soon spotted by the over enthusiastic cabin crew and soon a hand to hand struggle was enacted between, Nigel O, Mac and a squeaky speaking Spanish lady-boy.
After a minute of pushing and shoving the bag was placed at the feet of Nigel O, but this was considered inappropriate by the Spanish gestapo, and soon the bag was being manhandled from the plan to be placed in the hold with the other over sized bags. Whilst this commotion was taking place, the ground staff had systematically loaded and unloaded the hold luggage on three occasions, whilst conceivably looking for contraband in Macs underpants, but eventually with a swoosh of the hands and the muttering of adios, the hold was sealed and with the elastic bands fully wound up, the miniature aircraft taxied for take-off.
After ascending in to the sky over Madrid and taking in the sights of the local sewage plant, the plane was selling a selection of beverages as the entire plane queued to relieve themselves in the only bog, which was located at the rear of the plane adjacent to Mac and close to Lou and Sue O. Soon Lou was chatting up the only octogenarian Irish hippy onboard and was soon quarreling with Sue O over who would have the honour of holding him upright whilst he waited to expel the Guinness from his system.
Eventually, with both of our heroins having pocketed his telephone number the balsa plane was approaching the welcoming tarmac of Malaga Airport. Cabin Crew to Cross Check bellowed the intercom as the cabin crew stared at each other trying to interpret the message. Finally the message was repeated in Latin, and the crew strapped themselves in to there seats for the landing procedure.
After taxing to a halt some hundred meters from the terminal, we awaited our release which was granted after a sweaty and uncomfortable wait. We levered our aching bodies from our seats and climbed down the steep steps in to the Andalusian sun. Passing through passport control without showing any identification, we were soon met by Manuel who was to drive us to our hideout. After a short delay of approximately forty five minutes whilst the "puffing billy's" in our group smoked a couple of dozen fags each, we were bombing down the highway towards Calla Mija and our luxurious retreat. Pat and Sue had left us at the airport so as to collect their transport and were soon drawing up at our destination just as our own chariot arrived.
After allowing Mac to get out of the boot, we collected our baggage and decamped to the accommodation so as to ready our tired bodies for the heavy night of drinking that was ahead of us. After a couple of dumps we were ready.......
To be continued...
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