‘Egan. What kind of name is Egan? How do you come by a name like that? Do you look at this baby, your laaitie, and say, “nooit, this is an Egan”? Sounds like the name of an alien in a Spielberg movie. Fucking Egan. Egan the Vegan. I’m telling you, that whitey is lying. Jissis, that attitude … I’m a handsome bugger, I work on a wine estate, I make oak barrels, actually I’m fucking cool. Pisses me off. But what pisses me off most, is that he thinks we are fucking fools. He saw those tits, he felt those tits, he njapsed her, and he wanted it again. And she said to him, sorry, mister, it’s all over, you had your chance, you blew it. And then he thinks, if I can’t have it, nobody will. Those jugs must have kept him awake at night, middle of the night. So he lay there and schemed, he was anyway going to Oo-la-laa, so the man makes a plan. Thinks we are fucking fools, I’m telling you, the air hostess story is a lot of kak, she’s going to say “who?”. I scheme he got hold of the name, must have chatted her up when he was flying over, heard she was on the same aeroplane on the nineteenth, one of those short blanket alibis, don’t cover the feet, now he thinks because he can cover his head … But I’m gonna nail him, pappie, I’m telling you.
