After leaving Anne Worthington to her flower arranging duties at Ealham Cathedral, Yaxley 
returned to the police station to collect Brian Worthington. He parked the patrol car and got out to find Brian waving frantically to him from the passenger seat of Farcett's Ford Escort. Yaxley did some very poor miming to indicate that he was about to enter the station to get back into his own clothes, which he fervently hoped that Stumpsfield had managed to clean and dry. His miming was so bad that Stumpsfield came out to see what was wrong.
returned to the police station to collect Brian Worthington. He parked the patrol car and got out to find Brian waving frantically to him from the passenger seat of Farcett's Ford Escort. Yaxley did some very poor miming to indicate that he was about to enter the station to get back into his own clothes, which he fervently hoped that Stumpsfield had managed to clean and dry. His miming was so bad that Stumpsfield came out to see what was wrong. 'Yor clothes are ready Farcett ! Stop buggering about out here and get changed. My shift finishes soon and I want to get over to The Skaters for the footie !' Yaxley groaned, this place is too claustrophobic. Now he's going to the pub as well. Ten minutes later found Farcett and 
Worthington on the way to 'Like Chips In The Night'. They pulled into the car park and Yaxley suddenly remembered that Fiona would be there. 'Shit !' he shouted. 'I'll turn the damn thing off then !' replied Brian sounding hurt. He snapped the cassette player off, bringing 'Who pays The Ferryman' to an abrupt end. 'I happen to like Chris De Burgh, there's no need to get snotty about it'. Yaxley turned to face Brian. 'What ?' he snapped. It was too late. Brian had already opened his door and was heading towards the palace of Burgorial Delight. Farcett then realised that his outburst at the prospect of seeing the girl he had spent the previous night with and subsequently discovered that her Father was a prime suspect in the Dixon murder, had been misconstrued by the main stream rock loving Worthington. He climbed wearily out of the car and shouted to Brian, 'Come here you soft sod. I didn't mean Chris De Burgh is shit.... I meant 'Oh dear, Fiona's at work in here and I'm about to enter an embarrassing situation'.
Worthington on the way to 'Like Chips In The Night'. They pulled into the car park and Yaxley suddenly remembered that Fiona would be there. 'Shit !' he shouted. 'I'll turn the damn thing off then !' replied Brian sounding hurt. He snapped the cassette player off, bringing 'Who pays The Ferryman' to an abrupt end. 'I happen to like Chris De Burgh, there's no need to get snotty about it'. Yaxley turned to face Brian. 'What ?' he snapped. It was too late. Brian had already opened his door and was heading towards the palace of Burgorial Delight. Farcett then realised that his outburst at the prospect of seeing the girl he had spent the previous night with and subsequently discovered that her Father was a prime suspect in the Dixon murder, had been misconstrued by the main stream rock loving Worthington. He climbed wearily out of the car and shouted to Brian, 'Come here you soft sod. I didn't mean Chris De Burgh is shit.... I meant 'Oh dear, Fiona's at work in here and I'm about to enter an embarrassing situation'. Brian glared at him. 'Ok. Apology accepted. Anyway, what's the problem ? I thought yew two
was getting on alright. She slept in yor bed dint she ?' Yaxley tried, in vain, to remember the details of the previous night. He could recall being sick in Fred Rickett's caravan and then walking home with Fiona. Apart from that there were vague recollections of pizza being eaten before blacking out on the settee. He knew with a fair degree of certainly that he and Fiona hadn't 'done it'. He was more concerned about her Father being a potential murderer. They sat down at the same table as they had done the previous afternoon. The place was almost full. Yaxley gazed around the room, looking for Fiona but she wasn't about. He did notice a familiar figure sitting in the corner who appeared to be arguing with the young waitress, Lucille Hall. Yaxley nudged Brian and whispered under his breath 'Bri...who's that ? I know him from somewhere'. Brian glanced over Yaxley's shoulder and replied, 'Blimey, yew did have too much to drink. That's 'im what got chased by Prescott and his mates. He seems to have recovered now'. Suddenly, it all came back to Yaxley as he looked at Clive Lancaster sitting across the room with his wife Gail and daughter, Kieva, who was strapped into her high chair and had what looked like tiling grout smeared all over her face. Lucille Hall was explaining that as the lettuce in Clive's burger was sandwiched, literally, between the top of the bap 
and the meat it wouldn't be ice chilled lettuce. 'But this lettuce is TEPID !' shouted Lancaster, causing the patrons of East Anglia's premier road side eating establishment to spin round to see what the fuss was.
was getting on alright. She slept in yor bed dint she ?' Yaxley tried, in vain, to remember the details of the previous night. He could recall being sick in Fred Rickett's caravan and then walking home with Fiona. Apart from that there were vague recollections of pizza being eaten before blacking out on the settee. He knew with a fair degree of certainly that he and Fiona hadn't 'done it'. He was more concerned about her Father being a potential murderer. They sat down at the same table as they had done the previous afternoon. The place was almost full. Yaxley gazed around the room, looking for Fiona but she wasn't about. He did notice a familiar figure sitting in the corner who appeared to be arguing with the young waitress, Lucille Hall. Yaxley nudged Brian and whispered under his breath 'Bri...who's that ? I know him from somewhere'. Brian glanced over Yaxley's shoulder and replied, 'Blimey, yew did have too much to drink. That's 'im what got chased by Prescott and his mates. He seems to have recovered now'. Suddenly, it all came back to Yaxley as he looked at Clive Lancaster sitting across the room with his wife Gail and daughter, Kieva, who was strapped into her high chair and had what looked like tiling grout smeared all over her face. Lucille Hall was explaining that as the lettuce in Clive's burger was sandwiched, literally, between the top of the bap and the meat it wouldn't be ice chilled lettuce. 'But this lettuce is TEPID !' shouted Lancaster, causing the patrons of East Anglia's premier road side eating establishment to spin round to see what the fuss was. 'There's something about him I can't stand' said Yaxley. 'Fancy moaning about the lettuce. What a git.' No sooner had he said that than Fiona Morgan was standing at his side, notebook in hand. Even dressed in the 'Like Chips' corporate outfit, she looked gorgeous, and Yaxley regretted drinking so heavily the night before. Fiona smiled her 'company' smile and enquired as to whether the two gentlemen would be requiring any food and if they had ever had any problem with the temperature of the salad filling in a 'BrunchBurger'. 'No' replied Brian, 'The last one I had were bloody lovely Fiona. What about you Yaxley ?' A distracted Farcett was looking Fiona up and down, taking in her breasts which were straining against the cotton of the uniform she was wearing and he gulped throatily...'Fantastic, Brian. Positively Ambrosial !'
