Amandas Diary
Dating ones copy is pretty taboo in the world of the article but then my diary is hardly destined for HELLO magazine. So I'm sitting in my parents front room, somewhere in Deptford, and it's Xmas Eve! I'm far too excited to sleep, not because of Santa, but I've just drunk a bottle of cheap English Sherry and my eyes are going funny on this fuzzy TV. Looking through my brothers PC magazine I noticed with delight that Sinclair are back in business! in a strange form indeed...
Sinclair Direct is a software mail order company and helpline service for PC's. The ad features a cartoon head of Clive and his look-alike son Crispin. Stop laughing at the back. The old logo font has gone (thanks to Mr.Sugars lawyers) but the 'S' word is still sexy enough to send shivers up this spine. We know we use it at our peril on the title screen of this fanzine but we are humble, young and very stupid (and free!). Well you know it's a bit like seeing a once outstanding pop group from the Seventies reduced to playing at Butlins holiday camps with one sad old original member left.
Come on Clive you old slappy headed four eyed goat, stop selling other peoples shite and invent us the ultimate dream Speccy like you promised us in 1986 (remember the Loki?). And Crispin mate, wear a wig and shave that beard off, where is your individuality you egg pate muther... But into the crux of my diary dear reader, the cheapest Speccy software shop in London Town. I'd like you all to visit the Record and Tape Exchange General goods store in
Notting Hill Gate (top floor fact fans). But be warned for the shop employs that curious breed of males, the over confident, middle class, lank haired, NME reading WANKER. They will snigger at you for having a Speccy, they will take it out on you for having to work in a smelly old shop despite the fantastic degree they got at Uni..... in fact I don't think I've ever been in a shop where the people working behind the counter let you know how superior they think
they are. The atmosphere is the pits. But if you've got very thick skin and a yen for 30p Speccy tapes then don't pass this shop by. Just be ready to smack them in the fucking teeth with an old Atari 2600 or whatever else you find in this 8-bit junkyard. Now look, I'm in a bloody bad mood now and it might just spoil my Christmas dinner. No dead things for me readers, I'm going to tuck into hot veggy burgers with all the trimmy
so shove that Bernard Matthews right up your ringpiece. So I lift my sticky golden tin of Special Brew towards yet another year of the little Spectrum computer being cherished loved and kissed alot. Has anyone got a copy of Mercenary they don't want? Go on, sell it me and I'll give you money!
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