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see while I was just a pimply adolescent (which is after all excusable) Lynne was a full blown mom with kids to look after. Except she didn't - not when Survivors came on every Wednesday at eight she didn't. For forty five minutes Nappies went unchanged, kids went hungry, cried unheeded or all of the above In fact I'm assured on good authority that the first words Nathan actually spoke were "Greg Preston." The point of all this is that if you think I'm a "Kings man" multiply that by two hundred and you almost reach Lynne's adoration of the bloke. She'd waited twenty odd years for this moment, and there he was. Like a clichéd movie shoot out scene, everything at this point started to run in slow motion. Ian began to turn towards us, no doubt mystified by the dribbling stranger going "Gerk". Lynne - reluctant to miss what may have proved to be a one off chance threw up her camera. I seem to vaguely remember Ian starting to adopt an instinctive pose when Lynne pressed the button. Did you ever see the SAS when they stormed the Iranian Embassy in London? 1980 I think it was. I read at the time that it was stun grenades they chucked through the window moments before the assault began. Now I know better, now I know that they must have used Lynne's camera flash to blind and disorientate the Iranians within. There was a blinding, piercing white light To use the word flash would not have done it justice. We all reacted like we were at the ground zero of an A bomb test, or that the angel of the Lord was about to make an entrance. Was that a "Jesus" which escaped from Mr McCulloch's lips I wonder? |
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