Reprographics - The repro man blog

That's the spirit.

If you want, I can write up The Ballad of Monday Dave for you. A bit of shoddy filler for one of your busy weeks.

Please do! Guest writers welcome!

HA! I saw the end coming the moment Denny mentioned a slingshot... had me creased up in anticipation.

I wouldn't put that sort of thing past some of the rugby boys I know.

Guess who's back...

The Nureyev of the NCP

You know what Luci,

I reckon just this one time Scorcher might just be telling the truth.

You reckon? I have my doubts...

Haha...Club Phut!!

Ah c'mon, do you think they'd let any old happy-go-lucky sod sit in one of them huts? People'd take all kinds of liberties. Wheels touching lines, asking for change of a tenner, nipping back and asking for another ten minutes only our lass' train has been delayed. You know what would happen then, people would be happy. Just the thought of it, happy people in a car park, it's not British is it?

I reckon I know what the replacement is though. Crafty fuckers snuck it in without us even realising it. Pay by phone. That's it really, some intractible system that'll rob you blind and no ticket. The persistent fear that it hasn't quite worked and you'll come back to find you've been clamped. Doesn't even need a hut, you just do it to yourself.

#rep

You've thought about this, @The_Seldom_Killer, haven't you?

The notion may have briefly flitted through my headspace.

Nothing makes me smile more than a Scorcher tale. Truck-full of giggling lads right now!

Quality Car Park attending like Scorcher's hasn't been lost to the country just yet.. Cornish seaside town car parks seem to be full of the old guard..

Ha ha! Did you read it out?

There's still a few honour graduates of Car Park Attendant College kicking about, or limping about, should I say.

It was read allowed by Slick Rik the Viking. He's an accomplished poet on the festival scene, ex-crusty, viking re enacting tree man. He does a passable Leeds accent as well..

The reading was done in our clapped out vw tipper truck, complete with iffy clutch and tapedeck with only two old rave tapes. We were stuck in traffic laughing like twats in the middle of Highgate.
A fitting venue.

So repped. I wish I'd been there!

Enjoying 159 & 160 on the tram. Keep 'em coming.

P.s. I have recently been mistaken for a guy who works upstairs, a complete stranger launched into a full on familiar conversation with me, it took them a good couple of mins to cotton on I hadn't a clue who they were or what they were talking about, they insist we're almost identical. Reminded me of your doppelganger tale.

Cheers, @rhb! Yeah, realising you aren't unique in the world is creepy.
Just think.
He's out there somewhere, being you...

?

I'm told he now knows I'm out there somewhere, being him...

Luci's busy writing a speech for David Cameron today.

You may have seen coverage in news outlets.

Today I've spent 2 hours stripping & cleaning a chemical plate processor (6-8am) 1.5 hours folding leaflets for some cunt's scarecrow festival (8.30-10am) an hour or so walking up and down a 100m long corridor delivering shit from A to B and a variety of other menial, pointless and degrading tasks. All the while my mind was sucking on the salty pebble of creativity and being irritated to fuck that all this shit was eating into my valuable writing time.
I wrote nowt. I'm a bit gutted.
Soz.

folding leaflets for some cunt's scarecrow festival

Not the one in Hamsterley was it? (I suspect not, from their leaflet - http://www.hamsterleyvillage.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/Hoppings-2015.pdf it seems theirs was on the 30th, and was themed for the Milk Race (not specified if they mean the original 1958-93 race, or the newer version) and Tour De Yorkshire).

Is it Kettlewell?