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The Nightmare That Nearly Turned Into the Dream

by 'Mad Marty' Wilson |  Published: Jul 01, 2010


I’ve had some scary moments in my life, but none as scary as when Phil Peters, who is known in the game as “Phil the Professor”, picked me up recently to take me to Holyhead ferry port. He arrived two and a half hours late. After we’d arranged to go at 4 p.m. he came to my house at 6.30 p.m. and then asked me to drive in some of the worst conditions we have ever seen in this country for 10 years. I drove through snow blizzards and on black ice through country roads while he sat there smoking Marlboro lights one after another. It’s a good job he’d packed in smoking, because God knows how many he’d have been smoking otherwise. We arrived at Holyhead smack on 9 p.m. just in time to see the ferry pull away. Of course Phil blamed me, despite it being his in-car ...

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