AMS7¢----¢¢Well, this year the job of reviewing the All Micro Show has fallen to me, so I'll try to make it as interesting as possible-ish.¢*¢Once again we planned to meet outside my house in the wee hours of the morning. So I figured an early night was in order; unfortunatly I got little sleep (too excited about the show?) [Hmm. . . not quite!] but I got up on time!¢ I tumbled out of bed, pulled on my clothes and stumbled toward the bathroom. Unfortunately, from the landing window, I caught a glimpse of John E. waiting outside. Ha ha! Thought I, time for a little joke! So, with a mischevious spring in my step I rushed outside into the cold.¢ 'Sorry John, but I won't be coming to the show - no cash and all that.'¢ 'What? Good God, this means I'll have to spend the entire day alone with Spite!?!'¢ 'Well, see ya John! And watch yer chunks!'¢ Not really all that funny was it?¢ So anyway, to cut a long story short, I dressed and washed in record time, grabbed my cash, and rushed out to have a good laugh at John.¢ Hmm. . . John was nowhere to be seen. So much for humour!¢ At this point I'm ashamed to say panic set in. I slammed my door and rushed off to catch him; fortunately he had not gone far. And hey! Spite was there too! Talk about luck?!?¢ We walked the few miles into Manchester, and after a little loitering in the train-station, caught the 8:18 to Stafford. We were on our way!¢ The conversation on the train was hardly riveting. John and I found our usual wit dampened by our lack of sleep (We all had sleepless nights!?!). Still we had a few laughs at Spite's expense and we saw a lewd sculpture too! And before you could say 'Bloody Koeman!' we were in Stafford.¢ As regular TGR readers will know, we had a bit of trouble getting to Bingley Hall last year. But this year we were ready! Out of the train-station and straight into a taxi! We learn quick here in Manchester!¢ The queue outside Bingley Hall was quite large. Spite had slyly acquired an advance ticket, and left John and myself to fend for ourselves. But we were cool about it, we had a nice place in the queue. Hmm. . . HAD! As soon as the doors opened a large number of the more unsavoury characters on the eight-bit scene began pushing to the front!?!¢ 'Anyone would think we were in Germany!' said John. (Rather loudly.)¢ Anyway the show was great - no 5.25 inch disks though! (A phrase much repeated throughout the day). And we all spent loads of cash! (Well I only spent a quid, but hey what the hell!) and all the AURA members enjoyed a good leer at the rather tasty chick on the ANG/Megamag stall. Hi to Dave Ewens, Stuart Murray and Richard Gore who we chatted to (I'm the 'other' member of AURA by the way - you know the one who writes adventures nobody plays). Oh, by the way - my quid was spent on 'Lancelot', a nice bargain from Micro Discount.¢ All too soon we had to be making tracks. And a lift to the train-station from 'Saint' Steve Southall was much appreciated (Although somewhat longer than expected!). And in a few shakes (and a stop in Manchester town centre, for some books for me) we were home.¢¢Alias Maximus¢
