This article is a post - post script to Virtual David

Cycling Excuses (A cautionary tale) 6.4.97

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I recently received an email for details on what kind of car my brother Mark drove in 1974 and could I please send them it's registration number.

Alas, I have had to take Virtual David temporarily offline for repairs after a recent double fauz pas involving eight iguanas and a blow up FiFi doll in a wig. At the time this email came in however Virtual David was still a thrusting sentient entity chucking bits and bytes around with flawless aplomb. Virtual David immediately replied that unfortunately as I was cycling off across the world to Perth Australia, I would be unable to assertain the answer in time.

The reply from Norm was ecstatic. "According to my friend who talks to me in the dark, this the second time you've undertaken this bike ride - quiet Mother- you must really enjoy it! I insist you drop in for some severed seaweed wad at the Tumbleweed and Bones Motel - I live right here on the outskirts of Perth with my eight iguanas and Bates the stuffed um . . . parrot that's it! My Mother is telling me she is dying to meet you too. She says she's got a load of questions about hairpins and head bands to ask you." Ooops.

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