October 25th, 1990

October 25th, 1990

Night flight from SIN – LHR

After a few hours of nothing resembling slumber, I awoke with a full blown, “Aha, you did it again!” hangover.

“Uggggghhh,” I groaned, into the pillow, just as the phone rang. “Go away!”

The piercing shrill did nothing to help my head, so I picked up the receiver then promptly dropped it but when it rang again, I thought I’d better answer.

“I’m dying Andy,” I croaked. “And all this time I thought you were my friend.”

I heard him clear his throat. “Ehm, actually, it’s Richard.”

“Shit, sorry Richard!”

“Terribly sorry to hear of your impending death,” he said, in such a matter of fact tone that it made me laugh.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Much better off than you from the sound of it.”

“I don’t know what I was thinking. Oh, why, oh why did I drink so much?”

“Do you have water?” he asked.

“What?”

“Water. You need water. And some Resolve. I have both. I’ll leave them outside your door.”

“Ehm, no that’s ok, but thanks.”

“I insist. Don’t worry, I shan’t disturb you. Is there anything else you need?”

“A new head.”

“That may prove a tad more difficult but let me see what I can do.”

I cracked up laughing as he continued. “How about food? Do you need food?”

“I can honestly say this is the one and only time in my life when I haven’t wanted to eat.”

His turn to laugh. “I shall leave everything outside your door in five minutes or less.”

“Ok, thanks Richard, I really appreciate it.”

“Get some rest,” he stated. “We have a long night ahead of us.”

Inside the plastic bag the hotel provides for dry cleaning items, Richard put three litre sized bottles of Evian, a box of Resolve, a granola bar, a banana (slightly bruised) and a Hello! magazine with Joan Collins on the cover. On a note scribbled on hotel stationery he’d written;

Karen,

Drink the water, go easy on the Resolve, eat the food and enjoy the magazine (I thought perhaps it might be your cup of tea.) Don’t hesitate to ring if you need anything, room 2302. Otherwise, I’ll see you on the crew bus.

Richard

PS; Personally, I blame it all on the lychee!

 

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