Magog Rhys Petley and Pan Goatee

As Magog Rhys Petley sat in his seat on the British Airways plane bound for Egypt, a man in Bermuda shorts sat next to him.


Magog noticed the man had goat's legs and this wasn't the feature item on the plane's dinner menu.


Magog decided to make polite conversation,  "Has anyone ever told you that you have goat's legs?".


"That's because I'm a satyr like in Ancient Greek mythology," Pan Goatee helped himself to a martini from a passing flight attendant's tray, "I'm half-man and half-goat."



"Oh of course, naturally,"  Magog nodded.  He hadn't recalled having had that much to drink in the airport lounge.



"The name's Goatee,"  the satyr shook his martini,  "Pan Goatee."


"Rhys Petley," the British MP ordered a glass of buttermilk from the attractive brunette flight attendant, "Magog Rhys Petley."



"Did you know that your body is inhabited by the spirit of a friend of mine?"  Pan Goatee asked,  "The spirit of Neb-Senu entity from planet Nibiru who sojourned in ancient Egypt eons ago and was the spirit behind the moving rotating statue in the Manchester Museum?".



Atheistic Marxist Magog Rhys Petley buried his head in his hands.



He started to wonder whether there wasn't some spiritual force present in the Universe that was trying its hardest to get people to give up drinking?




When he had passed a neighbour's apartment in the hallway recently where an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting was taking place, he had overheard the evening's speaker say that he decided to give up drinking when he saw the 3-headed dog Cerberus walk by the window of the pub in which he was drinking.



A few nights later when he had backslidden (like a Pentecostal televangelist on his umpteenth visit to a whorehouse),  the same 3-headed dog Cerberus had appeared to him on the street and asked him for directions on how to get to the Palace of Westminster.



Magog Rhys Petley caught a glimpse of the shapely black silk nylon clad legs of the short skirted attractive brunette flight attendant as she walked past down the aisle.


Then he noticed the furry goat's legs of the strange individual in the Bermuda shorts sitting next to him.


He sighed.



It was going to be a long trip to Cairo.














-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday August 7th
2013