Once upon a time in a little place called Portland, lived a man whose passion for not parting with hard earned cash had no limits.  There are wispers around the moors that a young Edgar Ette was once observed to have peeled a large orange in his pocket with one hand in a quest to remain unnoticed within his peers.  I myself have unfortunately been involved in an incident when I volunteered to pay Eddie's parking ticket for him. 



Eddie told me to buy a ticket for 2 hours, which I did without questioning him.  4 hours later we returned to the vehicles (I had been swimming around the bay of Weymouth under Eddie's instructions), to find a £60 ticket stuck to his windscreen.  "You bought the ticket, so you pay the fine", were the gracious words that then left Eddie's lips.  My reply was not so gracious, however Eddie still managed to make me pay up the cash.

During my last trip to Lanzarote, my friend Rich and I joined Eddie for an afternoon beer in our hotel bar.  Suddenly, I heard a voice that sounded just like Eddie's say, "My round".  After I picked myself up off the ground, I dived towards my rucksack which contained my camera in an endeavor to take one of the rarest single incidents known to man.  Eddie was truly going to buy a round.  This picture was taken at the exact time that Eddie had his money in his hands.  Even though the picture doesn't show the exchange of cash and beer, there were several independent witnesses that can vouch for my story.

So there you have it.  I completed the Arch 2 Arc in 2007, I then witnessed Eddie buy a beer in 2008.  What will happen in 2009?  Surely this is my year for the lottery?