"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
