Diary of A. Spod, pt VIII - London Meet
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I have not been to many meets lately as Nolife and myself have been busy
getting on with the other parts of our lives.  Such as coding our own mud.

And the we heard about the London meet.  London is where it is at.  It is
home of the internals.  These are ordinary people, like you and me, but who
are very special as they have privileges on Mono, which is a bit like being a
duke or an earl irl. (1)

It was being organised by Kronz.  So, obviously, anyone who was anyone would
be there.

We arrived at the pub on Thursday a little late as Ezertarte told us it was
1079 Upper Boulevard by mistake.  We recognised some people as internals.
There was Robowig, Ardley, Nightwear, Hayleigh, Hunkie, whatXeno, Kitikat,
Eezy, Uglyveg, Dr_iiii, and of course Abfabs.

We went over, introducing ourselves as coolly as possible.  "Hey everyone,
lets pretend we're on the talker?"  They told us they respected us,
repeatedly, and we sat on the next table.  Soon we were joined by Dr_creep,
UMF, and Spurtin (aka SpermApe, JissmGorrilla, and SemenChimp).

We talked about the talker and muds and other interesting things but soon
realised the internals were ignoring us.  Dr_creep said it was because they
were cliquey and looked down on us.

Me and Nolife were determined to prove we were worthy enough for them.  We
decided to reveal our winning hand.  T-shirts.  With the caption "We're not
sad, we're mono mad!"  It made them all laugh.  A bit harder than we had
expected, which proved we had made our point.  We were cool in their eyes.

We edged closer to get in on their conversation.  Abfabs seemed to be talking
alot about a new operating system called "legs."  Probably one he's working
on at the moment.

I sat next to Eezy who was looking a little bored, and said "legs" to him.

"Oh no, not you as well?" was all he said.

"Er, what release is legs on at the moment?"

At first he looked confused and then he said  "Oh, 1.1 I guess."

"Oh.  You weren't at the Bracknell meet, were you?  You were supposed to be
the guest of honour"  I asked, but he didn't reply.  Instead he started
sharking Hunkie by sobbing into her shoulders.

Eventually, the evening reached a climax when Nolife, myself and selected
others reminisced about the time Sherri was over and repeated our favourite
talker transcripts.

The next morning we all met in the Moose Under Water pub, in Leicester
Square.  It's a theme pub, on the wall are lots of pictures of antlered
animals swimming in a blue-green sea.  Some new people turned up: dr_fork,
ataribore and man_page were the most interesting.  None of the internals
turned up so we didn't know what to do, and stayed in the pub until KNoME
arrived at four o'clock.  Not long after, the others arrived.

The Kronz turned up in his leather jacket and we all cheered.  "Hey, let's
party", he said.

"Cool!  What are we going to do, Kronz?" I enthused.

"Er... well, er... Dave?"

"Just go and play quazar" said KnOME.

"Hurrah!" we all cheered and sped off.  Alas the internals did not follow us.
And we seemed to loose the Kronz, too.  Living so close to a quazar (2), they
probably play it every day.

After a terrific hour of quazar we went to find the internals.  But they
appeared to have left the pub.  We never caught up with them that evening.
It was okay, we met up with gcc who is another mud-coder and we spent a
pleasant evening duscussing the joys of writing multi-user adventures.

The next day we found everybody in the Snail and Cabbage.  Dragonthighs and
Barfield were down from Scotland and vying for kNOME's attention.  Abfabs was
seen giving Barfield some money and indicating a rather worried looking Eezy
in the corner.  Eezy then, rather inexplicably ran off.  I personally think
that man is emotionally disturbed.  I'll get Sheri to talk to him, she's very
good at sorting things like that out.

It was Sunday, and we had to get back.  Gcc had given me and Nolife lots of
ideas for our mud.  Like having objects and different rooms.

And so we got the train home.  We'd had a great time.

On the journey back, Nolife and I plucked up the courage to chat up two very
girls on the table opposite.  Dr_creep had given us some of his chat-up
lines.

"Do you use computers?" we asked in unison.

And you know what?  They didn't.  Ho hum... there's always next meet.


Glossary of cool terms:
(1) irl=In Real Life.
(2) quazar=space-age paint ball.

(c) A.Spod 6/1995