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Archie, I followed the link and read the whole of this. An excellent and moving tale.

Great fun reading it.

Cheers!

DS

This is the final part of the Irish Tales trilogy.

And probably my last offering to you all.

Hope you've had some pleasure from my scribbling.

regards,

David Rossiter

Eh, bien, mes enfants. C'est tout. May your children's nights be monster-free and restful.

That's all for now.

Archie.

This is the penultimate chapter in the story of Patsy Scaremonster.
I shall the publish the final one on Saturday.

Or you can cheat and visit www.anarchangelwrites.co.uk..........

Yours aye,

Archie

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Thankee.

Apologies............

Due to vagueries of internet sites, I seem to have missed out various chapters for Stumble readers.

I shall attempt to set this right shortly.

Archie

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I'll be posting one chapter each week, but the impatient amongst you can read the whole lot in one go by visiting my site :

www.anarchangelwrites.co.uk

I hope you enjoy it,

Archie

Coming soon from the Archangel : something completely different.

Watch this space.

For those of you who are interested, I've recently uploaded a new short story to my website : www.anarchangelwrites.co.uk

It's called "Bingo, Bongo".

Hope you like it.

Archie

I await Assen eagerly. If you need any reminders of the absolute brilliance and epic mentalness of that legendary weekend don't hesitate.

Nige.

T'was a gruesome day all round, I recall.

Whereas the fun and frolics of Assen deserve - and will get - a SL all of its own soon.

Ooooooh! Missing bit sof brain? This explains a lot.

David, I re-live that "hand in helmet" moment often in my dreams. It was mainly the blood-matted hair that disgusted me...until I saw the special meat in there.
You neglected to mention, although there is no reason for you to have known as you were otherwise engaged in a furious bout of not dying, how long it took me to work up the courage to call the lovely Kate. Not because I was afraid of her of course, but simply because when she posed the inevitable "how is he" question, I had no idea what I was going to say.
"He's had a bit of a crash" seemed somewhat dishonest, whereas, "I've just wiped a handful of his brain on the back of a passing old lady" seemed too alarmist.
In the end I think I settled for "pretty bad"..... not, strictly speaking, a medical analysis but the best I could do at the time.

I don't know if you recall but I nearly didn't come to that day. I'd had a very bad feeling about it for a week at least and as the day approached the weather forecast was looking iffy too. When we met at the Shell station at J11 at about 6am that day, I realized I'd forgotten to wear my back-protector. At that point I nearly turned round and went home. You said come up anyway and just have a ride round.
I'm not claiming any visionary ability but I was pretty damn sure something bad was afoot, and if I ever have a feeling like that again I'll be sure to take note.

One other thing I think I should mention is the amount of other crashed riders from the circuit brought into A+E that day.
I counted five or six at least. I don't know if plane had dumped it's fuel load the day before or what but you were certainly not alone in binning it.
The look on the face of the bloke who's R1 riding mate had just been stretchered in with a sheet over his head was sobering indeed, despite my already sobered state.

Thanks for the compliments btw, although I never screamed like a girl (unless retching into my hand counts).



So...... when's the amazing, unbelievable, superb and altogether happier Assen weekend coming to a page near us?

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Aye, well. The best horse on the day won it fair and square.

Poor Kauto Star was never going well and fell at the fourth last.

Thankfully, he's fine.

A funny old game, horseracing.