Friday December 1st 1995. "It's gotta be an Orbs concert". DECEMBER?! Gasp and glibble!! Thanks to this little diary chumlet I can remember almost EVERYTHING that has happened this year. The months have really FLOWN by which is pretty scary. Here's what happened today then folx:- I was woke up pretty darned early by me mom with a life restoring cup of tea. TOO EARLY in fact. Once I had got ready I was actually hanging around for a while waiting to be picked up. Gah! Dad arrived at just after 8:30am and we waded through the morning traffic for what seemed like decades. On the way in to work Dad spotted Joy (the cleaner) walking along. He opened the car window and in the loudest Scottish accent possible shouted "Wuuurrgh! Ye good lookin' cow!" Much amusement followed. It must be said that today wasn't as much fun as yesterday. Due to lots of computer malfunctions in the office tempers got a little frayed so I got on with the tasks at hand. Unlike yesterday I managed to escape up the town quite a few times. Firstly I had to visit the bank to pay in some sheets and change three fifty pound notes into something less dodgy (?!), secondly I was sent out to buy some scoofables, thirdly I had to nip into ASDA to get some parsley sauce mix (?!) and my final errand was to the offy to by a BIG bottle of wine. During my first trip up the town I also nipped into WHSmiths to pick up a copy of the new DreamWatch mag. Pretty red-head girl on the cover see! We actually finished quite early today which is kool and the gang. On the way back into Droiters me and Dad popped into the Castle for a swift pint. As we both had Tennants it went straight to our heads which was FUN!! Once back home I munched a HUGE plate of spaghetti bolognaise while feeling quite merry. My mood was enhanced by the fact that I don't have to work tomorrow! Yippee! That's about yer lot I think. After an evening of recovering from work and nattering on the phone I crashed into bed to watch an old episode of the SEX FILES. Scuuuullllllllyyyyyyyyyyy! Oh yeah, I watched Trek DS9 in bed yesterday by the way. Not bad. See yooooo. From:- Lord Libble. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Saturday December 2nd 1995. Mulder: "Hey Scully, do you belive in an afterlife?" Scully: "I'd settle for a life in this one". Ug! Grunt! Neanderthal noises! That was the sound of me waking up this morning. I dunno, do a bit of a work and I'm a complete wreck! (like the rest of the world population I spoze). Once I was up and feeling human (no human in particular) I staggered up the town so sort out my typesetting at Spa Print. They decided NOT to charge me for getting the 'CZ' flyer typeset (*BOGGLE!*) because they knew I'd get loads printed there anyway. That shop is COOL! While I was in there I copied an order form that was in DreamWatch. X-Files merchandise alert! I then lurched back home and tried to sort out some BZ work. Didn't get much done though. Ho hum. Airwolf was quite funky today. Nice bit at the end with Airwolf zipping round having shit-loads of bombs dropped on it. In the afternoon I completed a BZ order (just the one!) and had to babysit little bruv which means I was constantly interrupted by him. DOH! The evening was spent watching froopy films! We hired 'Outbreak' (rather good) and 'Leon' (classic!) which rounded off the day nicely (with the help of lots of Heineken export!!). Slur! Drool! From:- Kegvzyabastadzz -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Sunday December 3rd 1995. "Forget the ladies for once, Bond". Frigahoo! Oh, erm, I mean HI! Well, here I am again with a bit more text to remind me in years to come what the blinking flip I did on this day. Here guz! Woke up early AS USUAL. It's SUNDAY, there was no reason for me to wake up early but I bloody DID. Pah! Collett and Mezzoid came crashing (quietly) into the Zone at around 11am and we departed for THE CINEMA! The weather was piss-poor as we hurtled down the motorway but hey, there wasn't much I could do about that! The Merry Hell centre was absolutely PACKED. Collett went berserk trying to find a parking space which induced a few grins. The phrase "DIE SLAG MUTTON" was used more than once I can tell ya! HEHE! In the end we parked on the KFC car-park and nipped to the cinema to buy our tickets. We had just enough time for some scoofables so back to the KFC we went. My zinger burger (tm) was quite tasty but there was NO EFFING SALT on the chips. Buggeroonie! Then it was time for the FILM. "Goldeneye" was todays flick and pretty damn fine it was too. Good stunts, lots of destruction and explosions and some nice crumpet (cute Russian babe and rampant nympho tart). I liked Bonds blue BMW and the scenes where he glarged around in a fucking TANK were mondo kewlo. Smaaaaasssshhhhhh! Tina Turners theme song was a bit crap though. Saddlebag alert! We then headed back to Droiters and dripped Mez off. (Dripped?!) Me and Collett then popped round to see Mike. When we got there he was playing cards with his chum. While he did that I converted some graphics on his sponky PC. Mike had 'Rebel Assault 2' so a good few hours were then spent hammering the fire button trying to get 'that bit further'. In the end we (or should I say MIKE) completed it! The entire game was finished on his FIRST go! He must be Riggers or something! The game was pretty good, there were some GREAT bits in it and the in-betweeny anims were well funky. I loved the bit where a Super Star Destroyer exploded causing a massive hidden Imperial base to 'decloak'. Impressive stuff. Oh, and the bits with the Falcon were good too. The intro featured a nice idea but was far too short. You zibbed round an Imperial base looking through the eyes of one of those little 'toasters' that roamed around the Death Star. Two big pairs of Imperial boots came into view and they had a bit of a chat about Imperial type things (not the boots, the people wearing them, silly!) Collett was fretting about getting back home to do some revision (bleggg) so we departed from Mikes. The evening was slobbed away so I won't bore you (even more) with details about that. Must dash, wanna slash! From:- Jazza. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Monday December 4th 1995. "Don't be soft, have a fight!" Yurble urble glurble slurble! Today is what is known in the industry as a KEWL day. The morning was spent 'on location' taking pics of little kiddies at a Nursery. It was nice to be out of the studio for a while and some of the Moms who were there were quite tasty. It took us up until 12 o'clock to do all the (pain in the bottom) kids. Hehe, I drew a Silly Sam on the board at work when I was there last year. It's still there now! Guffaw! The afternoon was spent slapping pictures into frames and time slipped by like billy'o! Before I knew what was happening it was time to go HOME! Yup, I was back in the Zone juuuuust before Space Precinct started. It was lucky I got back early because little bruv had sabotaged my video programming! He switched the video ON which took it off timer recording. I rigged it up ready to record and as a big extra bonus the episode featured MARYAM D'ABO! She looked a little older but still cute (from certain angles!) After that I had a look at the crap BZ post that arrived today. No dice, no money, no nothing, no point in doing any work! (I was too knackered anyway). Pretty funky 'X-Files' today. The episode was called "Fresh Bones" and Scully had a nasty moment when something weird and pissed off emerged through her HAND! Gulp! There was a Queen documentary on after that so I kerbooned into bed and watched it in comfort. It must be said that Queen were pretty good even though Freddie was a shirt-lifter. On that note I'll leave you alone. Cheerio! From:- Loony Larry (Silly Sams cousin). -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Tuesday December 5th 1995. "Too purple to be real!" Yawn - the motion picture! Was I tired this morning or WHAT?! Yip, yep, yup I was. I was up and about at 7am! The reason for this early start was because I was off too the tres posh Chateau Impney with Dad. We had to photograph a big SEAT (as in the CAR, not something you rest your ARSE on) promotion thing. It was all very impressive, cars raised at weird angles on platforms, two cinema screens and whizzy lighting effects all over the place. Unfortunately the SEAT crew were NOT very friendly or helpful. In fact, they can all FUCK OFF AND DIE as far as I'm concerned. Kants! They refused to turn the lights up so we could get some good pictures and then they filled the room with smoke! Miserable bastards. We got into the studio at 9am and I mucked around with some pics. For brekkie I had a nice runny egg sandwich (which was nicer than it sounds!) On one of my trips up the town I posted an order for a couple of 'X-Files' t-shirts and a free X-Files mug! I also bought the new SFX mag which had a big feature on the new Bond movie. Doi?! A Bond film in a Sci-Fi mag?! Nyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Drool! Loll! Flyswat! Home late, BED! Snore! From:- Flobbadobdob. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Wednesday December 6th 1995. "There's poo on the floor!" Ay up chums! (Thumbs up, wink etc). Wednesday means a DAY OFF for Kenz! Yabbadabbadoooooooooooo - almost. I put my arse into gear and zloomed up the town first thing in order to get the 'CZ' flyers printed. The graphics I got converted at Mikes worked fine which was cool and the gang. There was a bit of a disaster when I arrived at the shop though. The big fat massive somo huttesque woman who worked there had *NOT* finished typesetting the flyer even though I left it with her on SATURDAY! To make things worse, Ian (another rotund person) didn't know how to use the DTP package so I had to do some 'backseat typesetting'. We got it sorted in the end and the finished result was quite good. I noticed a few minor mistakes but it'll have to do. I scooted back home and worked like a sonofabitch. Unfortunately I kept running out of things so I ended up with a big pile of unfinished orders. DUSTBINS! I had to go up the town AGAIN to get various things photocopied. I bumped into folks I knew up the town on my second visit. This was a surprise as they live in Birmingham! Helen gave me a lift back home and although she sounds MEGA Brummie she is a rather pretty bit of blonde crumpet. Taped Trek TNG in the evening. It was a Dr Bev special!! Beverly looked quite tasty in some scenes and okay-ish in others. Ummm, can't think of owt else to say so I'm going to f'kaaaarf. Live long and prothper (said the Vulcan with the lisp). From:- Cola. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Thursday December 7th 1995. "Bog off you ugly man". Er, aahh, oh yeah 'CZ' issue 2 posted to me today. you want more? Fkoff! [Sorry folks, diary impaired by alcohol] From:- Zlebz -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Friday December 8th 1995. "Dragons Lair a fantasy adventure with lots of quims". Ummm, 'CZ' issue 2 was delivered but I wasn't in! FOK! I don't want to play anymore. [Spent the day in rehab, at the drying out clinic, at the shrinks, oh, I mean, at work!] From:- Kentilla. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Saturday December 9th 1995. "Make it lather, make it cream". Went to collect 'CZ' issue 2 but the sorting office closed. OO-ECK! [Sorry, erm, this day is just a blur!] Go away. From:- Floob. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Sunday December 10th 1995. "Cloudy Caffreys affects you at the genetic level" Hmmmm, erm, BOLLOCKS! [We apologise for the break in your programme]. Track of the day:- "Anywhere Is" (Enya). From:- Ptooey. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Monday December 11th 1995. Hello. Today I watched the X-Files on a 3 inch Game Gear screen! Pub ... 2 pints ... Sloshed ... [Too pissed to write ... Soz!] Mom said I "smelt like beer" which is, er, TRUE! Goodbye. From:- Beer! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Tuesday December 12th 1995. "Listen to this cam ... (LOUD DISTORTED FART!!)". Grooooooo! Another day to do. Bleggg. I hoped and prayed the postie would come early and bring 'CZ' issue 2 with him but there was no sign of him by the time I was picked up. BASTARD. I then spotted the little goit but I was being whisked off to work at that point. Poo. Started the day with a runny egg sarnie. Slurrrp. Lots of really thrilling work followed. Framing, framing, MORE FRAMING. By the end of the day the work was up to date which was a GOOD sign. I'm just too bloody efficient, that's my problem. Not much else of interest happened during the day. For lunch I had a pastie (which needed some brown sauce). Oh, wow, interesting that. Ooooh yeah, I was sent out to buy some CD's filled with Xmassy tunes which were then played constantly on the CD-Rom. I gave the CD's amusing names on the computer like "Boppy Christmas Bollucks" ... Arf! What was the very first thing I did when I got home? FRAME A PICTURE! Yup, Mom was fiddling around with a big picture for my Nan so I framed it for her using my new 'expertise'. Ho hum. I'm gone. From:- Knintzk. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Wednesday December 13th 1995. Darth - "I know what you are having for Christmas Luke". Luke - "How?" Darth - "Because I have felt your presence" ... DOH! Yo fuckerz, how's it goin'? How the flying flufflump am I expected to keep this diary going when I'm never sodding poxy well HERE?!?! Today is a bit of an exception I spoze because Wednesday means a day of "LEISURE" (hyah! scoff!) for Kenz. Sat on my ARSE this morning waiting for the postie to come with my much needed recorded delivery. He arrived, shoved two letters (which were NOT for me) through the letterbox and then pissed off. No package. AAAARGH! I dragged my bike out the garage and prepped it for a journey to the sorting office. I hadn't been on my bile (BILE?! HEHE!) bike for a while and couldn't believe how quickly I got up the town! The sorting office was EASY PEASY to find because I followed another postie on a bike through the industrial estate ... Sorted. After a brief moan to the dolt (eating an apple) behind the desk they located my letter. Pheeeeeewwwwwwwwwwww - SORTED. (That's why it's called the sorting office I guess). I then went to Spa print and unwrapped the mag in the shop. It looked pretty kewl and I spent a while getting all sorts of things copied. They also sorted out my disk labels which was bonus of the day #1. I did consider buying an Ermi roll but remembered there were lots of scoofables in the cupboard so I trundled straight back home. Once home I raided the freezers for some lunch and found that the chips were those ones you have to deep fry. Fak that! Pot-Noodle time. Spazzy old me forgot to add the soy-sauce. I only noticed that when I'd nearly eaten it all. Pot-Bland! The afternoon was spendled doing BZ bits. I went up the town AGAIN and While I was in the Pist-Office (!) I was given a cardboard poster-tube for FREE! - Bonus of the day #2. On my way back home I popped into Spa-Print for a few more copies. I also got a colour-copy of a Scully pic but I don't know why!! Spooky. The evening was spent rattling on the phone, taping Trek TNG and generally pithering around. I'm currently listening to 'Assassin' while I type this and it's dead good. Mark Shreeve is *GOD*. Bysiebye! From:- Er, me again. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- "Fizzbibbling". Word of the day - "Chagrin". 29th 1995. jus5t got back from the pub. ahsoluteoy EVERYTHING is cool. From:- Kenz. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- HA! What a magnificent way to end this 1995 diary ... See yoo! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-