The Hippy
Kingsley Tart
(I'm assured that it has it's
advantages)
"Oo, oo, I'm not really a hippy, I'm really a biker, bubbubbubbubbubbub." the Hippy assured Cathy before touching her on the nose and jumping onto his waiting GPz750turbo (yawn).
"Oo, oo, make sure that you mention that the only reason that 'yawn' always follows '750turbo' (yawn) was because I drove everybody mad going on about them before I got one.' said the Hippy to the Semihippy before walking past the rusting remains of the 750turbo to his waiting Vauxhall Cavalier.
"Oo, oo, make sure that you mention that the only reason that my 750 turbo is rusting away in a bush in my back garden is because the turbo blew up and I can't re-build it until I get a house with a garage.' said the Hippy to the Semihippy before putting in an offer on a house with a garage.
Kingsley was on the 1986 Electronics
degree course at Kingston
Polytechnic (well, the first year of it anyway) with myself and Stuart
(Inpector Jethro) Aust.
A long haired person with a collection of over a hundred different beercans,
(all tested) Kingsley would walk around the Poly saying 'Bubbubbubbubbubbubbub'
to strangers and touching friends on the nose. He left after his affinity for
sleeping over-rode his need for lectures and after a stint of working as a
pot-man at the Southampton (a pub next to Surbiton station - now long gone -
the pub not the station) he started working in the computer department at the
National Physical Laboratory in Teddington, where he earned enough to buy his
dream 750turbo (yawn).
Feel free to pay a visit to Planet Kingsley to find out more about what this strange person is up now.
Bastard Semihippy IV
Steve Bradshaw
Me!! Yup, these are my pages, so you'll excuse any favoritism towards the BSH (the best character in the story).
I was also on the 1986 electronics
degree, and was busted to the HND with Stuart at the same time that Kingsley
was demoted to civilian.
A semi-long haired person, deadly with a teatowel to anything except wet
plates, I saw the course through to it's bitter end, whereupon I got a job in
the test department of Soundtracs, makers of mediocre audio mixing consoles and
the worst company in Surrey to work for. I left there when I called my
supervisor a 'blubbering turnip' and spent a relaxing few months delivering
furniture for Perrings and Bentalls before starting as an evening-shift
rehearsal sound engineer at Nomis Studios in West London.
To find out more about what I'm up to these days try Quiteloud.
Inspector Jethro
Stuart Aust
I've been working on this page since 1997, so bear with me.