|2-A day in the life of |2-a PD (Nut)House Whilst not pretending all PD houses are run like ours, we think this is a typical day out of our diary. We are both currently undergoing medication involving a full psychiatric evaluation report and so we'll be back to normal soon. 8.30am ------ Kev leaves the nice, warm arms of his beloved Fiona and jumps/staggers into the Golf. After numerous attempts to start it, it reluctantly fires and a cloud of black, greasy smoke billows from the exhaust and engulfs the upper reaches of Bethesda. Eco-warriors leap from their places of concealment and attempt to prevent him from driving away. Kev slams the car into reverse, hurtles up the hill and handbrakes it around the corner. 8.32am ------ After waving to the eco-warriors Kev trundles off eagerly to Rich's house. Situated in Llanfairpwll this is where the MôN PD empire resides whilst grandiose plans of expansion, diversification, industrial units and double page adverts happily fill his (very) little head. 8.40am ------ The postie arrives with the days work. Nervously he pushes the jiffys and letters through the slot knowing full well that Deano, the genetic mutation of a dog, a horse and a food processing plant is cunningly waiting in the porch to rip off his right forearm. 400 milli-seconds later, the postie is already leaping the fence to next door with a smug grin on his face, leaving Deano with a mouth full of envelopes and letterbox. Oh well, there's always next time... 8.41am ------ All the mail is opened. Bills are given to Deano, jiffys from Freak, ßudda and Pex are locked in our ultra-high security safe till later!!! (Anybody who's had a jiffy off these guys will know what we mean!) Customers orders begin to be sorted out and... 8.45am ------ The MôN PD machine gets off the starting blocks for another day in the Public Domain. (after a mug of tea, of course). Disks, labels and jiffys hurtle around the room at the speed of sound closely followed by curses, insults and threats. 9.10am ------ Amid the mayhem Amiga magazine ad dept. rings up, nice voice at the other end enthusiasticly explains the benefits for MôN PD that a half page ad in their mag for £800 would be. We explain we can't afford it because we are already carrying four ads. "Ok" she says "1/4 page for £300, think of the business you'll make AND a months credit?" WOW! we decline the generous offer and after 20 minutes of saying no in a variety of ways ranging from polite to downright abusive she gives up. 9.35am ------ Back to work with a sore ear. 12.30pm ------- Dinner time at MôN PD, as yet we don't have our own staff canteen but Rich's kitchen will suffice. First it's off to the local supermarket for the weekly provisions, we proceed to argue for half an hour as to who should drive as the driver has to concentrate on the road rather than the college talent en-route. Kev get's the job of chauffeur. On the way we post the mornings job lot, as we walk through the door of the Post Office Jim, the Postmaster, shouts Iesu Mawr! (Jesus Christ in Welsh) at the carrier bag full of jiffys that's shortly to test his archaic weighing machine again. After converting the shillings scale to pence we ask how much it would cost to Airmail a catalogue to Katmandu. Hang on boys, I'll look in the book, then off we go... 1.30pm ------ Neighbours is put on whilst we eat lunch, surely this Australian masterpiece is overdue for an oscar! 2.10pm ------ Curtains drawn, Rich's sister has gone out so the safe is opened and the new warez from NFA and Pex are looked at. We draw straws as to who reviews the utils and who does the babe slideshows. As usual Kev gets the slideshows. (I'm sure he cheats. I've never actually seen the straw. RICH) New CD we ordered also arrived today, ad looked mouth watering, as usual it's turned out to be another expensive beer mat! Amiga mag rings back desperately saying there's only 1/8 page left but MôN PD can have it for 50 pounds (excl.VAT), we still decline. 4.00pm ------ Rich asks why Pex's "Sweet Dreams" is taking nearly two hours and several trips to the toilet to review? 4.30pm ------ Amiga mag rings back, begging us to have that last 1/8 of a page for £5.00. After much oohing and aahing we decline again much to the annoyance of the telesales person who's probably lookin' through the jobs section in the local rag as we speak. 5.30pm ------ The MôN PD machine grinds to a halt, the Goliath power supply is switched off thus enabling us to take our ear defenders off to clear up the backing paper from the labels that are strewn all over the floor. 5.45pm ------ Kev jumps in the Panzer and heads towards the Post Office. It's shut. But he can get stamps from the machine outside. Aaaarrrgh! It's empty. Panic!! Kev leaps into the MôN mobile and heads off to the next machine five miles away. 9.35pm ------ Somebody phones Rich in the middle of the X-Files asking for a catalogue!!! |1-Rich & Kev/MoN PD End