He enjoyed the pub on Friday tea times. All those fine young blades ready for the chancing and the dancing; he was cool, he new he could cut it; he didn't know though, that she could cut it too.
The frost was keen on the fields as steam poured out of the cooling towers; the river cut as a blade through the landscape, going across country from the Humber to the Severn.
He went for the interview in Fairford, with the Jewish gentleman whose father had invented a safety mechanism for helicopter rotor blades. Blades that cut through the air so viscous, so loud. He drank their brandy and smoked their cigars but he couldn't cut it when it counted. He didn't take the job.
