The conversation arm wrestled between David, the florist and Chris, the oily rag, as to who knew their job the better. Mad John was continually being co-opted by Chris for support regarding the condition of the almost dead plants but John refused to join the argument stating that he had left the law profession to avoid this type of meaningless confrontation. “I don’t do argument anymore,” said John. The plant war rumbled on until Knocker, foolishly, asked about the progress of the Burlington.
Knocker, is another gent who resides in the Oak, but disappears on a regular basis to foreign parts to demolish hillsides with high explosive in the vain hope of liberating valuable mineral resources. He also has an insatiable passion for the ladies, has the strange desire to remove his clothes, given the slightest encouragement, he is also quite prepared to expose himself simply as a challenge, oddly, he occasionally enjoys brawling at ‘Pemps’, but worst of all his driving force is for singing by constantly murdering Oasis numbers.
He is, however, quite curious about the Burlington project but doesn’t really understand the concept of a car with no doors, wipers, CD player or heater. Having no doors, he is informed by Chris, often gives direct visual access to the VW when the ladies, with very short skirts, enter the vehicle: having no radio encourages conversation and wit, which inevitably softens the defences of any female, the lack of a heater necessitates a blanket neatly stored in the boot. “Comme ca” claims Chris, it is a “Chick Magnet”. Knocker maintains his bewilderment but his interest has increased.
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