"Get the money Ron"
Gary is full of himself as he is engrossed in the preparations for a mega celebration in the London of 1944, as per his typical demeanour he is absolutely oblivious to anyone else's considerations.
However Gary's equilibrium is seriously disturbed by, the apparition that suddenly and mysteriously manifests itself in his shop.
He had secretly been dreading what he realistically knew would put the mockers on his time traveling exploits, the permanent closure of the Time Portal.
Gary now fears that that the jig is finally up and he has to choose between Phoebe and Yvonne, on the one hand is his loving wife and son. On the other hand is an affectionate spouse happily languishing, on the New Labour millionaire 'Luvie Wagon'.
Figuring that he has no further need for his memorabilia or shop, Gary very impulsively decided to gift it in its entirety to his best mate in the whole world Ron.
But should he really trust all this merchandise, to someone with a possibly slimmer grasp of reality than himself?
Who would have that Duckets Plaza could possibly have been a veritable cosmic Terminus, with 'Doorways' into Multi Time Zones?
We'll certainly not Ronald Wheatcroft, his despair at being permanently boracic, when Brick Beckham strolled into the premises.
Just who in their right temporal lode would give credit to a Time Traveller, perhaps only this rotund scouser?
Gary becomes mightily relieved at what he considers as his saver by getting a Time Portal reprieve, but is this merely a temporal delay of execution?
Gary is full of himself as he is engrossed in the preparations for a mega celebration in the London of 1944, as per his typical demeanour he is absolutely oblivious to anyone else's considerations.
However Gary's equilibrium is seriously disturbed by, the apparition that suddenly and mysteriously manifests itself in his shop.
He had secretly been dreading what he realistically knew would put the mockers on his time traveling exploits, the permanent closure of the Time Portal.
Gary now fears that that the jig is finally up and he has to choose between Phoebe and Yvonne, on the one hand is his loving wife and son. On the other hand is an affectionate spouse happily languishing, on the New Labour millionaire 'Luvie Wagon'.
Figuring that he has no further need for his memorabilia or shop, Gary very impulsively decided to gift it in its entirety to his best mate in the whole world Ron.
But should he really trust all this merchandise, to someone with a possibly slimmer grasp of reality than himself?
Who would have that Duckets Plaza could possibly have been a veritable cosmic Terminus, with 'Doorways' into Multi Time Zones?
We'll certainly not Ronald Wheatcroft, his despair at being permanently boracic, when Brick Beckham strolled into the premises.
Just who in their right temporal lode would give credit to a Time Traveller, perhaps only this rotund scouser?
Gary becomes mightily relieved at what he considers as his saver by getting a Time Portal reprieve, but is this merely a temporal delay of execution?
