Thom had been driving home from a long day of recording. His little Rover 45 was trundling down the side streets at a moderate pace; not the highways for him, no, there was no need for such haste. Unnecessary consumption of gasoline, too. He'd had a nice hybrid engine installed in this one a few years back just to prevent that very thing.
The traffic light a few yards ahead blinked yellow. Thom carefully slowed to a stop, looking out at the deserted road. Suddenly, the engine made a distinct gurgling noise and came to rest. He stared at the dashboard uncomprehendingly. "What?" he said aloud. He tried the ignition a couple of times with no results. "Oh, bloody hell." He sat back in his seat for a moment, then sighed and got out of the car.
The neighborhood was residential; there were no stores or public locations of any kind to inquire assistance from. Nothing for it but to call for help. He reached in his pocket and took out his mobile, only to have it give loud beeps of protest once he began pushing buttons. He gazed at the display, which read LOW BATTERY. "Oh, no!" Thom said, alarmed. "Oh, you've got to be shitting me." He looked around the street again. What on earth was he going to do? At that moment, the sound of an approaching vehicle could be heard. As he saw headlights in the distance, Thom considered his options for a moment, and then began to wave, his hands above his head.
Jonny Lee rolled down the window, a fag hanging from his lips, "Oi, Thom Yorke." he leaned out, "Having some troubles? Can we offer you a ride?" He suddenly fell forward as Ewan kicked the door open, his body suddenly splayed out half in the door and half out - "You fucking arsebitch." he peeled himself off the kerb and offered a limp hand to Mr. Yorke. "Honestly, we're all about good deeds here."
Crawling back into the car after their newest accomplice, he lit up again, "So lads, in honour of Thom here, I propose a toast and Ewan I swear to christ, wipe that smirk off your face because if you're doing the deed already I will kill you." Holding out the bottle in the Radiohead's direction, he collapsed against the door. "Oi, you know, I'm thinking .. well I don't know what I'm thinking. Jonny, be a dear and give us what's left in your bottle."
Thom's eyes widen as the car pulls up and he sees its inhabitants--first in recognition, then in alarm. "Oh, er, um--" he stammered, looking back at the defunct car and around at the still-deserted road. He turned his head back to the car's passengers and began waving his hands frantically. "Oh, no, no. Never mind, really. Everything's quite all right. Sorry to trouble you." He began backing towards his Rover. "Really, just go on ahead and forget you ever saw me. Please. I insist."
Glancing from Thom’s motor to Thom a few times, Ewan gave him a look that meant ‘how dare you lie to us you bastard’. Moments later, after a small drunken powwow, Ewan and Jonathan had pulled a flailing Thom into the Bentley, shutting and locking the door behind them so that he had no means for escape.
Resettling into the car, Ewan Looked Thom over with a predator like smile, eyes glittering mischievously as he said with total disregard for the poor mans mortified stare, “Thom, old man! Long time no see! When was the last time, huh? Finland, wasn’t it???” Looking over at Jonathan with a secret smile, he furrowed his brow in thought as he addressed Thom again putting on his best sober act, “So what happened to you, huh? Car break down? That’s the pits. We’ll give you a lift.” Keeping the barracuda grin stuck to his face, Ewan leaned forward to hide the box from Thom’s view, nudging Jonny Lee a bit with a slight laugh in his voice, “We just have one stop to make before we can drop you off…”
The traffic light a few yards ahead blinked yellow. Thom carefully slowed to a stop, looking out at the deserted road. Suddenly, the engine made a distinct gurgling noise and came to rest. He stared at the dashboard uncomprehendingly. "What?" he said aloud. He tried the ignition a couple of times with no results. "Oh, bloody hell." He sat back in his seat for a moment, then sighed and got out of the car.
The neighborhood was residential; there were no stores or public locations of any kind to inquire assistance from. Nothing for it but to call for help. He reached in his pocket and took out his mobile, only to have it give loud beeps of protest once he began pushing buttons. He gazed at the display, which read LOW BATTERY. "Oh, no!" Thom said, alarmed. "Oh, you've got to be shitting me." He looked around the street again. What on earth was he going to do? At that moment, the sound of an approaching vehicle could be heard. As he saw headlights in the distance, Thom considered his options for a moment, and then began to wave, his hands above his head.
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Crawling back into the car after their newest accomplice, he lit up again, "So lads, in honour of Thom here, I propose a toast and Ewan I swear to christ, wipe that smirk off your face because if you're doing the deed already I will kill you." Holding out the bottle in the Radiohead's direction, he collapsed against the door. "Oi, you know, I'm thinking .. well I don't know what I'm thinking. Jonny, be a dear and give us what's left in your bottle."
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Resettling into the car, Ewan Looked Thom over with a predator like smile, eyes glittering mischievously as he said with total disregard for the poor mans mortified stare, “Thom, old man! Long time no see! When was the last time, huh? Finland, wasn’t it???” Looking over at Jonathan with a secret smile, he furrowed his brow in thought as he addressed Thom again putting on his best sober act, “So what happened to you, huh? Car break down? That’s the pits. We’ll give you a lift.” Keeping the barracuda grin stuck to his face, Ewan leaned forward to hide the box from Thom’s view, nudging Jonny Lee a bit with a slight laugh in his voice, “We just have one stop to make before we can drop you off…”
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