Well, that’s it. The end. I hope you print this, because I want to tell the story of who I am and how I got here, and this seems the best way. Maybe you wonder what happened to everyone afterwards. Well so do I, but I can’t tell you because I don’t know. Did Jayne survive? Did the Bill get Jefferson? Your guess is as good as mine, because you see…none of this has happened yet
Oh, and there’s the wreckage of a choice Harley at the bottom of the Thames. Just off Shoubree…or as you still call it, Shoeburyness. Maybe someone’ll dredge it up after reading this...though somehow I don’t think that’ll ever happen. Me? Well, now I know where “jumpers” end up, and a fat fargin’ lot of good the info is to me!
Hope you like the story. Treat it as a poor man’s “Back to the Future”, a bad bit of fiction. After all, that’s what it is, isn’t it?
Adrian Vonner, Leicestershire, 2005