Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Chapter 45

And now we discover why Brown was so obsessed with Vernet's immaculate appearance. For reasons as yet unknown, he needs to smuggle our heroes out of the bank vault, and thus has to pretend to be a horrid, working-class truck driver who speaks "crude French", and we marvel at the transformation. But he forgets to take off his Rolex. Twat. Never mind, Collet's a bigger twat, and can't tell the difference between the real thing and a knock-off.

But Vernet pulls it off, and then wonders what the hell to do next.

I see his problem.

4 Comments:

Blogger Joel said...

Sometimes I wonder if Brown did resort to the 'a man walks in with a gun' technique I used when I did national novel writing month. You have a character do something, anything, to keep the narrative interesting, then try to think up a plausible reason for their actions later.
Can you tell the difference between a fake Rolex and a genuine one?

10:08 am  
Blogger Tim Footman said...

You just wave a hammer in its vicinity and watch the owner's adam's apple at the same time.

No gulp - no real.

9:37 am  
Blogger L!nsay H! :) said...

Hello :) Sa Wat Dee Kaa!!

11:05 am  
Blogger Tim Footman said...

Sa wat dee krap!

Sabai sabai.

Mai pen rai.

Na Liam.

Pad tai.

(Alert readers will suspect, rightly, that I've just about exhausted my conversational Thai.)

Are you someone I should Know, l!nsay?

Incidentally, this blog is dead. Go here for more up-to-date amusement.

12:27 pm  

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