Ray Mears - My Fake Diary

Monday, 5 May 2008

Big Johnny P had connected 6, when I had connected 4, but he had not realised that, so I did not tell him. He gave me the keys to one of his Jags, and the telephone number of Tracy Temple.

He told me that one was a good ride, and the other was a rusty old banger. Of course, I did not stick around too long to ask him which was which.

I passed Piers Morgan on the way out, and after punching him squarely in the face, saying that was for everyone in the developed world, and every failed assasin who had tried, I drove of in the Jaguar. I phoned the number, but a Pauline picked it up instead. Oh well, maybe that was where Pressa had gone wrong in the first place.