....cow. It stood looking benignly at us in the middle of the road. But it wasn't moving. It was shortly joined by another...and then another. We were getting our fifteen minutes of cow fame, that was for sure. But we were on the clock, and Scott was no fan of going off a timetable.
"HaH! " Scott yelled, waving his arms.
Marcel and I turned to look at him.
"That's what you say when you want a cow to...."
...do back-flips and other acrobatics at the circus. "I'm a lion tamer! Not a f*cking gymnast!" cried Horst. "I didn't sign on to take care of the lions, do high-wire acts, jump on a trampoline and clean up elephant poop. I'm a professional!"
Sadly, Horst was all of this things, including the driver for the lion's "mobile home" as they crossed the vast white wastelands of Alberta. It was winter. All that could be seen that late at night were miles and miles of black ice and piles of snow 6 meters deep along both sides of the highway. About that time, Deep Purple's 'Highway Star' started...
(Thanks for the resurrection, D!!! Been thinking about this recently!!)
.. and so did the disruption at Heathrow. A plan had to be thought of quickly, to stop all the airport staff running off and hiding as they always do when there's a delay of any sort. This would of created thousands of people turning into wild animals as well.
Just then an announcement came over the airport tannoy.
'Attention please, will the person flying to Alberta to meet the motorhome - please come to Customer Services to take an important message'. A guy ran past us all so fast, we knew it had to be him. We watched him at the desk. But instead of the receptionist talking to him, these two great big..