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I was sitting here at my 'makeshift computer station' (consisting of a small chest of draws and stool, due to
this being the only way I can get my 2mb connection on my computer) and I was pondering what to do. As many of you know
I have more time on my hands now, but I'm not going into that. I thought to myself I know I'll write an article
for the online net, one of my favorite pastimes before I was indisposed of as it were.
So I got busy. Sadly I found I didn't actually have Word anymore since the great reformat of '69, so I am writing this in my old friend notepad. (let's out a big ahhhh not of pain, more of a sigh) Notepad, takes me back to the days of the WDG (Website Development Group), fantastic, never before had a team of such crack geeks ever been assembled and it will probably never happen again. Led by our leader Bob Crawley, with his understudy Simon Evans (with the on-going joke "GO SIMON"), then there was us the boys in blue and white. Yes, whilst most spent their after school time smoking behind the bikesheds or s*agging at the community centre, we spent our time creating websites for the school portal, god the times were good. It was a dog-eat-dog world with Gareth creating a new funky background every week, Randy bashing out sites like there was no tomorrow and Rawson, well er, being Rawson. You see I started a year later than everyone else so my skills were a little less refined, in fact I didn't really know how to do anything, so I desided to learn Flash, thinking this would give me the edge. Sadly the only thing I managed to do was make a square move round the screen abit, but Bob was impressed (probably because he fancied me).
Anyway they were still good times, and that reminds me what ever happened to Rob Howard, he was an original WDG geek, but he rebelled became gothic and a drug-abuser. He was at his peak on a holloween night I remember, we were all out in Tesco carpark (the old hang out) and Rob came out, he had some sort of devil mask on and thought it would be fun to use an aerosol as a flamethrower, after he had is fun he wandered off, then the manager of Tescos came out and told us off! A year or so later he was working with Randy and McDonalds, and was off the hard core stuff and seemed semi-normal, but I must admit I have seen him in Tescos lately and he has one back to being a bit of a goth, whatever floats your boat I suppose.
I was very saddened the other day when I was walking the dog though the woods where I used to play as a youngster (at the bottom of the green in Martlesham Heath), with death hill and the bike jumps. The fun we had and the laughter we shared on those hills, and in the bushs (making dens etc, not giving each other blow jobs). The reason i was so sad is because it has all grown over, you cant even ride a bike down death hill anymore, it must be all over grown because the kids of today arn't using it. I really couldn't believe it. As I walked into the square I could see why things had come to this: A group of kids all of about eight were just hanging about on the square all chaved up, two snogging eachother's faces off, half of them smoking, one with a bottle of Lambrini. I ignored their childish taunts and continued by, shedding a tear.
This really is sad that kids cant just play anymore, I'd rather play with lego at that age than a girls half-formed brest, it's just wrong. I don't ever remember having that lack of respect, when I went up to High School I wouldn't dare stand up to a year 11, but these days things are so different. When I was helping teach Drama in year 13, the year 7s were playing up to me. Things can only get worse.
Well I feel I have had a good little rant about a few things, I just hope that I can keep the articles coming because I must admit it is hard to think of things to write about, the night shift can be a real imagination-killer.
Jameson
@TON
So I got busy. Sadly I found I didn't actually have Word anymore since the great reformat of '69, so I am writing this in my old friend notepad. (let's out a big ahhhh not of pain, more of a sigh) Notepad, takes me back to the days of the WDG (Website Development Group), fantastic, never before had a team of such crack geeks ever been assembled and it will probably never happen again. Led by our leader Bob Crawley, with his understudy Simon Evans (with the on-going joke "GO SIMON"), then there was us the boys in blue and white. Yes, whilst most spent their after school time smoking behind the bikesheds or s*agging at the community centre, we spent our time creating websites for the school portal, god the times were good. It was a dog-eat-dog world with Gareth creating a new funky background every week, Randy bashing out sites like there was no tomorrow and Rawson, well er, being Rawson. You see I started a year later than everyone else so my skills were a little less refined, in fact I didn't really know how to do anything, so I desided to learn Flash, thinking this would give me the edge. Sadly the only thing I managed to do was make a square move round the screen abit, but Bob was impressed (probably because he fancied me).
Anyway they were still good times, and that reminds me what ever happened to Rob Howard, he was an original WDG geek, but he rebelled became gothic and a drug-abuser. He was at his peak on a holloween night I remember, we were all out in Tesco carpark (the old hang out) and Rob came out, he had some sort of devil mask on and thought it would be fun to use an aerosol as a flamethrower, after he had is fun he wandered off, then the manager of Tescos came out and told us off! A year or so later he was working with Randy and McDonalds, and was off the hard core stuff and seemed semi-normal, but I must admit I have seen him in Tescos lately and he has one back to being a bit of a goth, whatever floats your boat I suppose.
I was very saddened the other day when I was walking the dog though the woods where I used to play as a youngster (at the bottom of the green in Martlesham Heath), with death hill and the bike jumps. The fun we had and the laughter we shared on those hills, and in the bushs (making dens etc, not giving each other blow jobs). The reason i was so sad is because it has all grown over, you cant even ride a bike down death hill anymore, it must be all over grown because the kids of today arn't using it. I really couldn't believe it. As I walked into the square I could see why things had come to this: A group of kids all of about eight were just hanging about on the square all chaved up, two snogging eachother's faces off, half of them smoking, one with a bottle of Lambrini. I ignored their childish taunts and continued by, shedding a tear.
This really is sad that kids cant just play anymore, I'd rather play with lego at that age than a girls half-formed brest, it's just wrong. I don't ever remember having that lack of respect, when I went up to High School I wouldn't dare stand up to a year 11, but these days things are so different. When I was helping teach Drama in year 13, the year 7s were playing up to me. Things can only get worse.
Well I feel I have had a good little rant about a few things, I just hope that I can keep the articles coming because I must admit it is hard to think of things to write about, the night shift can be a real imagination-killer.
Jameson
@TON