Lone 50

Lones day started with a flight? in a simulator at Aerospace arranged by Yvon, No, this is not spelt incorrectly she has always been called Yvon.
It would seem that Lone crashed Concorde into Kai Tac airport Hong Kong, killing most of the cities population.
Of course he had the traditional CUS breakfast at a transport cafe but I can't remember where. Following work we all assembled at The Ship Hotel for some Holsten Replacement Therapy. As Lone was enjoying his pint and was preparing himself for "Anything with no questions asked", Crocket drew up outside the bar driving a fully operational cement mixer.
I feel I should say a few words about Cements Mixers, as they figure high in the CUS psyche. One day we were following a cement lorry into work and Lone made the statement that "Cement lorries did not mix cement, they only separated the ingredients" Now CUS collectively loves this type of statement and AD, Biggars and Garth immediately pounced on Lone rubbishing his words. Lone not being one to back down defended his statement, the debate went on for years. So much so that CUS took these behemoths of industry to their bosom.
Did you know that the drums rotate anticlock wise looking forward in the UK and that in the USA they rotate clockwise looking forward!. Be warned don't ask a CUS member about cement mixers as they will bore the pants off you.
Anyway Crockett loaded Lone into his cab and drove him to The White Hart at Littleton. Then he was dressed in a bright red Jump suit. It was two sizes too small and he had to stand like a banana but we told him he was going to die anyway so why worry about details.
Into the field opposite the pub flew Eddie Clapham in his two seater microlight and we strapped a very pale Lone into the front seat. He was at this stage protesting that the jump suit was pressing on his three pints and he wanted to go to the toilet. Too late we cried, much too late.
They took off, I swear bouncing off a grazing cow and disappeared towards Wales.
On the way back in the car to Lones house I had serious misgivings about Ediies navigational skills. We were driving along the intended flight path and we should have seen him en route. By the time we reached Lone house I had fully rehearsed my speech to Yvon on CUS killing her husband on his birthday and that it was just one big misunderstanding.
On a hill behind Lones house the party assembled to spell happy birthday in bodies and Bolt, he's nuts that Bolt, set up a customs desk.
Lone and Eddie finally landed and Lone explained that they had to set down on a sand bank in the middle of the river Severn to have a pee. They satisfactorily passed through customs and then Lone got on this horse. Lone was as far away from being a horse whisper as you could get and the horse promptly emptied its bowels. AD said "I dont know about you being scared Lone but the horse has just shit itself"
Finally to a bar b que in Lones garden where a huge cake had been prepared and at the appropriate moment, from the top, burst this fair maid in fish net stockings and very little else. It gets very hazy from now on.