Whatever happened to Trevor D Gamble?

It was dark and the rain had been waiting all day for it to arrive to complete a blanket of misery over the town.
Barbara stood alone, also waiting, and waiting.
There was a sudden bustle, people leaving across the road, voices, car doors and an engine which faded as the building’s exit security light switched itself back off. Barbara was beyond the lights sensor and she’d also gone unnoticed from across the road. But she wasn’t unnoticed on her side of the road, bathed as she had been, however briefly and dimly, by the unexpected light.
Heads turned, dark eyes were fixed in her direction and legs now made steps towards her. In moments they were on her, one grabbed her tail, one ran to her side looking for vulnerability, Barbara could do nothing, she had no arms to fight back, no legs to run, she did the only thing she could and tried to squeeze back into her shell.

Her one stroke of luck was a lone stranger, a stranger whose poor time keeping put him in this exact spot at that moment. He couldn’t believe it at first, he bent down, peered through the darkness and straightened up in shock. He ran. No Barbara thought, no…
He opened the car door and at the flick of a switch the scene was made stark with Ford’s finest halogens. The light strobed as the stranger ran back to Barbara through the twin white beams. The attackers seemed unfazed, a mass of legs and armour, Barbara shut her eyes waiting for the end but then felt the strong grip on her shell as the stranger lifted her clear, shaking her gently and blowing through pursed lips until there were no legs grasping at her shell or pressing into her sides.
She couldn’t bear to look, and even when the stranger placed her down far away and safe she hid her eyes until the twin lights pulled away and with a throaty roar disappeared forever.

The stranger drove, music playing unnoticed as the rain was pushed from side to side on the curved glass in front of him.
“Where the hell did Holly get the name of Barbara for a snail?”
“Now every snail we see is Barbabra, two snails are Barbara and her baby sister…”
He smiled at that, the girl had an explanation for everything, any new element was straight into whatever story she was playing. A curve-ball and a daydreamer right enough.
“Still…” He sucked at his bottom lip, realising there was a beard under there needing trimming “…beasties attacking a snail? Do they do that?” he’d google it when he got home.

Google was no bloody help at all.

15 thoughts on “Whatever happened to Trevor D Gamble?

  1. Hi chaps – it’s been a while! Trevor was always there, always willing to conduct a web search for gear and I’d forgotten all about him.
    Some nice stuff gone up on here lately Pete, life’s been a bit manic and I’d missed most of it. The Hitec boot review is half written, they don’t fit well in the heel at all but I keep wearing them and haven’t once received a blister. Amazing!
    Good to see the three of you out and about on family days too, my hoose is quiet now the daughter has gone back to uni but she did ask to come down the climbing wall just before she headed off. Happy days.
    Cooheed and Cambria’s new album is a return to form, maybe not metal enough for you but worth a listen. Starts really well.

  2. Here, that Coheed and Canbria isn’t what I was expecting, Faith No More was the first thing that came to mind.
    I think I might need the CD though. I’m not “hiring” music from iTunes anymore.

    Manic life? Back at you brother :o)

  3. CDs all the way for me – I’ve not bought into any of Apple’s world domination plans yet.

    Faith No More? Yes indeed and track 5… I can almost here Phil Lynott crooning away to that one. It’s eclectic and progressive for sure but I guess that’s were I’ve always been.

    I have a signed copy of the CD, bought from Play.Com for the princly sum of a penny less than a tenner. It’s like being 15 again.

  4. Dan Grey? I think he was on his way out when I was coming in.
    Funny how folk that seem familiar because you see them on a daily basis online just disappear without a trace and you just accept it an carry on.
    That’s not normal human behaviour to be happy with that is it? There’s probably a debate about that whole thing waiting for me to avoid :o)

  5. Sadly it would now appear quite ‘normal’. I can only suggest you head (run?) to the hills to escape it all.
    Me, I’m off to dig out all my old Faith No More CDs and try this new fangled stuff Mr Chewy is on about…

    PS good to see you the other weekend Kelvin! I’ll be in touch.

  6. It’s on dark nights like this that I wonder what happened to Trevor. His output was so great he could only be explained as one obsessive individual or a team of very overworked fanatics.Outdoors Magic is a far duller place without him.

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