A delve into the twisted pysche that makes up the avatar bearing the Hornet.
Well my illustrious company, I find myself on a threshold of a new chapter in life. As of last Thursday, coming home from a late night ride around the Coromandel in the company of the feckless and redoubtable Gremlin, 5am brought a host of horrors. A note hastily scribbled on the table by my pater had informed me that ill events of a portentous nature had befallen my dear mater. She had taken ill and had to be whisked with alacrity to Middlemore Hospital, the A&E unit. ...