A good guy and my friend.
There I was at Prestwick Airport Scotland, waiting for Frank to come through off of his Flight from Canada.
I had phoned him to ask for his help to finish this job at Oban?
As the pilot I had, went, home as soon as the weather turned, to wind, rain, snow and generally unpleasant, anyway he was as useless as tits on a donkey! I was pleased to see him go.
It was worth the lecture I will receive from Frank after the porky pies, I told him to get him to come, this was his first job since the fire, and I was hoping it would turn him around and get him back in the cockpit.
There he comes, striding along as he always did, scanning left and right, he looked straight passed me, I was shaking with a big smile on my face, the bastard never let up that he had seen me, he moved out of the queue placed his flight bag on the ground and started to look about him, I'm sure he saw me? but no! he turned his back to me as I ran towards him.
Just on the point I was going to slap his back, he turned grabbed me lifted me off of the floor swung me around and placing me on the floor he kissed me on the lips! I was staggered! No blown away! then he smiled and said "Donnelly you just kissed my arse because that's where the lip skin came from".
Frank had a weird sense of humour and I wanted to kill him when that airport official told us to "take the weird behaviour outside" I could have died on the spot with shame.
well the rest of this story is for another day.
This was a special day for me.