On Thu, 22 Feb 2007 12:53:27 +0000, Derek Moody
derek@farm-direct.co.uk wrote

>http://tinyurl.com/3bkgg6 
>
>Something to pass the time. A story that makes no sense, from Derek 
>the troll. 
>
>
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>The 250,000,000 Mile Gang and the Secret Moon. 
>
>
>by 
>Derek Moody 
>2, Victoria Terrace, 
>Dorchester,Dorset. 
>DT1 1LS 
>01305 268850 
>derek.mo...@casterbridge.netWord count: 80,000 
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>Chapter 1Joining.A bright red spark shot from of the distant twank. 
>Henry watched his father swinging thecatch rope. The red telltale came 
>closer. He let out more and more of the rope that hewhirled around 
>until suddenly it tangled with the throwing line just behind the 
>glowingtelltale.'Line two caught.'Henry's father fed the line to a 
>winch, wound in the throwing line and drew the mooringline to the 
>belay.'Line two belayed.''Taking slack.''Stand by Henry.''Yes Dad. 
>Line three checking aim.' Henry turned and sighted along the line 
>thrower,careful not to let his visor collide with the butt. His 
>target, another twank, was passing about250 metres away. Two space 
>suited figures stood, heads towards him, by the winches on itsnear 
>side. One of them waved.'All ready workshop,' the voice was much 
>lazier, almost a drawl. 'Time to declutchSilver.''Line one 
>declutched.''Line two coming tight.'Henry tensed his finger on the 
>trigger. He had to shoot line three before line two jerkedhis aim off 
>but line one must be allowed to slip or the workshop, his target, 
>would be pulledout of place.'Line one slipping.''Line two tense.'Henry 
>squeezed the trigger. 'Line three telltale blue launched,' he 
>broadcast. The bluespark shot away and the power winch threw off line 
>after it. Henry moved to the winchcontrol. Voices crackled over the 
>workgroup channel.'Line two braked at 340 metres.'Secret Moon1 
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>'Line one still slipping.'Henry glanced at the meter on his winch, it 
>blurred past 300.'Line three caught,' came the drawl again.Henry 
>disengaged the power and briefly applied the brake, 'Snubbing three,' 
>he reported.Heavy mooring line was spooling off the winch now.'Line 
>three belayed''Taking slack,' broadcast Henry, setting the winch to 
>wind in.'Line one still slipping.''Start feathering Silver.''Line one 
>feathering.'Henry realised that the young voice must be his cousin, 
>all voices sound a little differentover suit com. 'Line three taking 
>slack.' he announced. He felt the dom lurch as the tensionfrom line 
>two began to pull them onto a new vector. He glanced down to check his 
>safetyline.'Line three coming tight.' It was too. If the young voice 
>was Silver then the drawl mustbe his Uncle Grin.The winch was suddenly 
>slowing under load.'Line three tight, take it slow Silver.''OK Pops,' 
>Silver's transmission crackled slightly.Henry applied the brake. 'Line 
>three braked at 262 metres,' he reported.'Line one feathering at 
>235.''Hold line one at 240,' came the drawl again.'Line one at braked 
>at 240.'Henry looked along the cable he had just set. It was twanging 
>in huge, slow waves. Hecould feel the dom surging slightly in response 
>and realised that he now had weight, notmuch, but there was definitely 
>an up and a down. Henry's home was now part of a gianttriangle slowly 
>turning in space. For months Brightside had been floating alone, 
>waiting,spinning on its own axis to provide a sort of gravity. 
>Yesterday they had strapped everythingdown and stopped the spin ready 
>for the link-up. The family had been busy reorganisingSecret Moon2 
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It's almost like the virus/spam bot gobbledygook gook

derek@farm-direct.co.uk

webdesign@farm-direct.co.uk

adultpics@farm-direct.co.uk

casinoderek@farm-direct.co.uk

cumandgetitderek@farm-direct.co.uk

I wonder if Malcolm taught him to cut and paste a story and claim it
as his own?

You should have told him not to cut and paste SPAM Malcolm, it makes
you both look like a couple of dicks.

Oops you are!

"Gloria"  wrote in message 
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> On Thu, 22 Feb 2007 12:53:27 +0000, Derek Moody
> derek@farm-direct.co.uk wrote
>
>>http://tinyurl.com/3bkgg6
>>
>>Something to pass the time. A story that makes no sense, from Derek
>>the troll.

A troll.
Now there's the kettle calling the pot black.