KC Forum Story

[Andrew MacLean]

... the calcutta cup. That had been a classic year for his native Scotland, won the Calcutta Cup, Grand Slam and Triple Crown, and at home in Murrayfield! He had watched through coned eyes as the tears had washed the loens from his eye ...

[jayuk]

.....remembering such great achievements he couldnt help to wonder how and why he had travelled back in time! Could it be that his Modular Flux Capacitor had malfunctioned?....could it have been that The Firm were onto his Time Traveling Device?....he then had a worrying thought.............

[Andrew MacLean]

... maybe he had fallen through a fistule into a "somebody elses problem" zone where nobody would even notice his presence. He was becoming more and more afraid that the SEP by which he was surrounded would make him invisible forever when he felt someone tap his shoulder ...

[jayuk]

..having turned round he heard the words "John Connor - IT IS TIME!"..wondering what all this was about, he turned around and began to run as fast as he could..whilst running he heard the same voice saying saying "Come With Me If You Want To Live" he knew he had to do something....

[Andrew MacLean]

... so he closed his eyes tightly and jumped into the unseen void. He was surprised when landed on what felt like something furry, but on opening his eyes he found that his lens had moved and his vision was all blurred. He reached into his pocket to find his little battery illuminated mirror and thanked the mercies for the KC forum where somebody had directed him to a gadget page ...

[Val G]

...........he re-adjusted his lenses, popped in some comfort drops and sighed with relief. He turned as he heard a familiar voice from a green figure sitting near to him. It was the surgeon from the 'virtual' nightclub again, he

[GarethB]

was driving a clapped out Mk V Cortina with tastfully upholsterd fake leopard print seat covers and furry dice and asked 'where to guv?'

In blind panic he said.....

[jayuk]

.....Luvly Jubbly!....WE My Son...are going to be Millionaires!........looking straight ahead, seatbelts on.....the Surgeon floored the Gas Pedal and shouted Destination : NAGS HEAD!......when all of a sudden..........

[John Smith]

...there was a blinding white light. He checked his contact lenses. No, they were ok. But through the fog he could see a nag's head. It was attached to the rest of the horse, pulling the hansom cab he was now riding in...

[GarethB]

with a lovely lady in pink by his side on the soft suptuous pink leather seats and the sewwt fragrence of the pink carnations on the road side wafting in.

The young lady whisperd......