Sad Geek Bastard

I have been a geek for many years. Cant help it. I know the registration number of the first ever Supermarine Spitfire. I know the b-side of 'The Tits' virtually unheard of 'We're so glad Elvis is Dead' single. I know where the term 'use your loaf' comes from. Etc Etc.

So when Raf, original Bunker member now living in Manchester, handed me the Green Terrace minutes book, written by my good self 25 years ago, I knew that to fully embrace my geekdom and once and for all come clean in the public domain about this affliction, I would have to put every single page of it up here for inspection. It is an archive after all!

Read it, ignore it...not bothered really. But I thought it was a proper good read. Especially John Grabhams request to start up a Subbuteo League! Priceless.

And the wages bill for the first ever gig. The bands got a fiver each.

So there you go.

Oh, by the way:

K5054.

Daddy is my pusher.

British troops during the Napoleonic wars used to stick a loaf of bread on a bayonet and stick them round trees to spot the where abouts of early snipers to avoid getting their brains blown out.

I will eventually get round to typing up the contents so other sad geek bastards can read the entries as well. Dinnert hold your breath though.

Huge thanks to Raf to hanging on to something so utterly geeky.