Hairy Hello!

"Dunhackin",
1, Widy Hideaway,
ELSEWHERE.
 
25th September 2005

Hi there hackfans,

I'm Vik, aka "The Hairy Hacker". My old accomplice John "Hackman" Girvin has asked me to write something by way of an intro to this impressive temple to early hackdom. In true tradition, I've mucked around for ages on other interesting stuff, and then pulled an all-nighter.

Yes, my fellow source-slayers, Vax is still with you like a nasty rash. Him with the hair is still there. Even now, I can hear people who are now experienced editors and CEOs of respected corporations going "Oh no! When did he get out?" and considering emigration to Mars.

Well I am the monster they created, all those years ago deep in the bowels of Amstrad Towers, in the general gastric direction of Brentwood. They started me on the small stuff, you know, bijou pokettes on a Z80s. I could give it up any time I liked, so I moved on to the heavy scripting on PCs and knew I still could cope. I gave it up dozens of times, just to prove it to myself.

As years passed back at The Haunt, some of you wondered why my appearance varied in the magazine. Well, the artists varied. Even when there was one of them, they still varied. It has nothing to do with those guys from the Inland Revenue, and I was on holiday at the time I didn't know about it. I had no reason to run.

So as I write now from my hideaway, in the remote New Zealand rainforest in an area known only to the natives and pizza delivery guys as "Laingholm", I shelter from my favourite wife, 3 teenagers and 8 cats, designing strange machines that will take over the world and completely replace the rubber stamp using organic lemons and corn syrup washings. As you see, the medication works as good as ever and I remain as sane as a cheese biscuit.

Well? Have you ever seen a mad cheese biscuit? I rest my case Yer Honour, and submit it to the archives.

VAX
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Vik Olliver
The Olliver Family