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The bald controler had summond Gordon to the virgin west coast main line. Gordon was very impresed at such an honnor. He was to take the express train to Scotland via the notorious Snake pass. Gordon hissed and puffed and built up a load of smoke, wheels spinning and gushing loads off steam off he set, soon passing Watford Gap and other univentfull southern places and headed Up North. Dodging the lumps of concrete hurled off the Manchester flyover Gordon nimbly negotiated the fork and headed for preston. Passing slowly through Bury where a fresh supply of Black Puddings were waiting, Gordon had to radio ahead for the Sarsons (vinegar) and English Mustard before the mountains ahead. The one thing that Gordon had not thought of yet.
Leaf treacle on the lines !! ooohhh it was most definately the wrong treacle not experienced by Virgin rail, or maybe this was there problem!!
Anyway Treacle on the rails got gooier and gooier. All Gordons wheels were slipping and sliding about all over the place. All of a sudden, just at that moment, the bauld controler slammed the signals to STOP. Gordon slammed on his brakes, he was passing Galgate at the time. Well he slithered and slided and completely missed the next bend
(Owing to the leaf Treacle you see)
Mucky farter Was sound asleep in Plymouth, resting after her recent long voyage. Well anyway she'd had a few weeks rest and was now feeling a bit bored. Twiddling with the radio and after a massive dose of squelch a faint voice could be heard. Twas Gordon the BIG express engine, disapearing below the mud in the Lancaster Canal, and his last gasp and spprrraaaahhhh.. could just be heard................To Be Continued............
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Haydn
The bald controler had summond Gordon to the virgin west coast main line. Gordon was very impresed at such an honnor. He was to take the express train to Scotland via the notorious Snake pass. Gordon hissed and puffed and built up a load of smoke, wheels spinning and gushing loads off steam off he set, soon passing Watford Gap and other univentfull southern places and headed Up North. Dodging the lumps of concrete hurled off the Manchester flyover Gordon nimbly negotiated the fork and headed for preston. Passing slowly through Bury where a fresh supply of Black Puddings were waiting, Gordon had to radio ahead for the Sarsons (vinegar) and English Mustard before the mountains ahead. The one thing that Gordon had not thought of yet.
Leaf treacle on the lines !! ooohhh it was most definately the wrong treacle not experienced by Virgin rail, or maybe this was there problem!!
Anyway Treacle on the rails got gooier and gooier. All Gordons wheels were slipping and sliding about all over the place. All of a sudden, just at that moment, the bauld controler slammed the signals to STOP. Gordon slammed on his brakes, he was passing Galgate at the time. Well he slithered and slided and completely missed the next bend
(Owing to the leaf Treacle you see)
Mucky farter Was sound asleep in Plymouth, resting after her recent long voyage. Well anyway she'd had a few weeks rest and was now feeling a bit bored. Twiddling with the radio and after a massive dose of squelch a faint voice could be heard. Twas Gordon the BIG express engine, disapearing below the mud in the Lancaster Canal, and his last gasp and spprrraaaahhhh.. could just be heard................To Be Continued............
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Haydn
