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Post by Craig Herbertson on Feb 24, 2008 17:33:29 GMT
Exiles look on in envy
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Post by carolinec on Feb 24, 2008 20:44:58 GMT
Exiles look on in envy Yes, and I'm only exiled as far as Yorkshire!
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Post by franklinmarsh on Feb 24, 2008 21:08:41 GMT
Crikey! They must have got slaughtered! I thought Andy and Dem were only topping up the iron in their blood with all that Guinness. I believe a blackmail corner photograph was taken. I was hoping Mark would put it up so that we could check who in the crew was actually a real vampire.
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Post by Johnlprobert on Feb 24, 2008 21:32:42 GMT
Oh yes - the absolute highlight of last night's do was meeting some of the esteemed members of the Vault. It's always good to finally meet old friends for the first time, if you see what I mean.
I was wondering where the photograph had got to as well -I want to see how much it resembles an unimaginative 70s album cover. Let's hope something similar can happen in the not-too-distant future. (Meeting up again rather than making an album, although doing some piss-poor cover versions and then getting a scantily clad lady to pose for the sleeve photo wouldn't be so bad. In fact we could skip the covers.)
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Post by franklinmarsh on Feb 24, 2008 21:35:42 GMT
Can I just point out that Mr P left early as well?
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Post by Craig Herbertson on Feb 24, 2008 22:02:14 GMT
Yorkshire...used to be down south to me.
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Post by carolinec on Feb 24, 2008 22:53:45 GMT
Can I just point out that Mr P left early as well? Do we think Dem and co are still out there somewhere drinking then?
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Post by marksamuels on Feb 24, 2008 23:33:31 GMT
It was a great night yesterday and I was especially tickled by Dem's tales of the Whitechapel Ripperologists as we hung around outside having a ciggie. A treat to meet Andy, John, & Dem again and, for the first time, the esteemed Mr Franklyn Marsh! Brilliant stuff. It was a marvellous salute to Basil Copper and I'm sure he must have been touched to see so many people there, as well being in the company of long-time friends like Steve Jones and Michel Parry. I've got a bunch of photos on the digital camera, including one of the Vault gang together. I'll upload it tomorrow. But now, I am going to take you back twenty years to 1988 and the World Fantasy Convention in London. The two chaps in this photo are (believe it or not) me and Des. See, I DID have hair once... Mark S.
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Post by weirdmonger on Feb 25, 2008 8:07:32 GMT
The two chaps in this photo are (believe it or not) me and Des. See, I DID have hair once... Cripes! I didn't recognise either of us on first looking at this photo. Didn't know it existed. Thanks for posting it, Mark. Sorry - I couldn't contemplate meeting up last Saturday. It was our turn to look after my wife's mother in Suffolk. des
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Post by dem bones on Feb 25, 2008 8:55:28 GMT
thanks to andy, franklin, john, mark, michel and all who made saturday night such a memorable, hugely enjoyable event. franklin's post captures the lovely atmosphere of the occasion brilliantly. yes, it really was that much fun and meeting you people again (and john for the first time) was just beautiful.
it was basil's night of course and if you've ever wondered what franklin and pulphack look like being saintly, then you should have seen them respectfully applauding the great man. this unlikely vault-as-innocent-altar-boys manifestation couldn't last, of course, and when a rather fetching young lady began showing off the P.S. back-catalogue we were soon drawing straws to decide which of us would approach her about doing some 'saucy! spicy! dreadful!' promo-work for vault - we'd even decided on bra colour. perhaps fortunately (certainly for her), mark chose this moment to come shambling out of the woodwork and rescued us from ourselves with the promise of an introduction to the immaculately dapper john 'the crushed-velvet vampyre' probert!
plenty of board talk, much of it centered around absent friends. it was remarked by all how Steve's perked up no end since coral, caroline and troo showed up and the incorrigible rascal will no doubt be delighted to learn that he's been unanimously appointed vault's biggest flirt for those constant reminders of his illlegible bachelorhood. pulphack raised the point that, despite being short a few of our valued contributors, vault has benefited from the enforced move from our old home on suddenlaunch and i'm inclined to agree. it certainly freshened things up though i'd prefer we didn't have to do it again.
during my constant fag-breaks and trips to the subterranean bogshed, i got to meet up with david sutton (more about whom later, i hope. what a gentleman!), steve jones (who had some kind words to say about all your efforts on this forum), the ever charming chris fowler (all too briefly), exchanged 'hi's with micheal marshall smith and enjoyed a smoke out front with a fellow i didn't know who turned out to be tony richards of fontana horror & ghost repute! also chatted with the delightful mr and mrs. copper!
when franklin and john left us, andy and me managed to nab some seats down back and this became our base camp for the rest of the night with visits from mark and michel at frequent intervals to check our pulses as, by now, despite all my 'i won't be drinking much because of me tablets' good intentions/ fibs, it had developed into the makings of a fierce session. consequently, it gets a little hazy from here on in but i seem to recall that mark blagged us all an invite to the fantasy center party later in the year.
getting home is a blur. i walked back to the station with pulphack, then set off in search of an off-licence which, through more luck than judgement, i located with barely minutes to spare. only then did i realise i was hopelessly lost having staggered off in the wrong direction for roughly half an hour so i sat down outside a shop to gather my thoughts. that turned into a bit of an impromptu one man street party and next thing i knew a young lady was trying to force some crisps onto me. when i refused, it took two of her mates to convince her that some people didn't like crisps so she gave me a cig instead. then - oh joy! - "have you broken your arm?" my subsequent discourse on how it all happened, my pain and suffering, the nasty friends who never brought me sweeties, etc. would've brought tears to a glass eye and gained me another smoke and a hug before i left my semi-comatose new pals who had taken to rolling around screaming with their hands over their ears - and i hadn't even got to the bit about how bad my scar was going to be! huh! there's gratitude for you.
again, my thanks to you all for your delightful company and friendship and let's hope we get the opportunity to do it all again soon. true fact. i have NEVER yet met a vault member i didn't like - and like a lot.
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Post by marksamuels on Feb 25, 2008 11:19:59 GMT
As promised . . . Live from Ye Olde Cock, for one night only, here they are, bigging it up for Mr. Copper Mark S.
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Post by franklinmarsh on Feb 25, 2008 11:29:37 GMT
Top banana, Mr S! (Although 'Live' seems to be pushing it a bit.)
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Post by Calenture on Feb 25, 2008 12:00:16 GMT
This will probably look silly (so nothing new here then) but just how many "Andys" were present at that do? The Andy in group photo looks quite different to a photo of Mr PH which arrived with the proof of Paperback Fanatic, and... ...the legendary andy 'pulphack' bugg... ...fellow East End baddo and pulp hack supreme, Andy Boot. I can think of two other Andys, "V" and McM"...
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Post by dem bones on Feb 25, 2008 12:00:29 GMT
mmmm! scrummy, eh girls? the bootilicious vault contingent risk arrest for vagrancy and various minor public order offences during the fiercely contested 'who can look most like they crawled out of a skip?' contest at 'ye olde cock inn'. note how fellow attendees have wisely scarpered to the furthest corners of the room! thanks to the delightful mrs. samuels for propping us upright and her other half for posting the results, effectively scaring off our few remaining readers! a lovely souvenir of a special night and no mistake. I was wondering where the photograph had got to as well -I want to see how much it resembles an unimaginative 70s album cover. Let's hope something similar can happen in the not-too-distant future. (Meeting up again rather than making an album, although doing some piss-poor cover versions and then getting a scantily clad lady to pose for the sleeve photo wouldn't be so bad. In fact we could skip the covers.) having seen the above photo, i can only nod in enthusiastic agreement to your sage-like 'scantily clad lady' suggestion, john! rog, there was only one andy in attendance this time - mr. pulphack, aka andy boot aka andy bugg. we had our dear friend andy v. with us at zardoz last october, of course, and, to further confuse matters, the guy who masqueraded as pulphack!
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Post by Calenture on Feb 25, 2008 12:14:34 GMT
rog, there was only one andy in attendance this time - mr. pulphack, aka andy boot aka andy bugg. we had our dear friend andy v. with us at the last zardoz last october, of course, and, to further confuse matters, the guy who masqueraded as pulphack! I told you it would be silly. I just tried typing Bugg and Boot into Google and ended up with...this thread that I started myself. Andy Bugg - Dreams of InnanNow hopelessly confused, I'll retire for a much-needed rest. But if that photo of PH appears in Paperback Fanatic, you'll see what I mean about looking different to the PH above. The man clearly has a secret portrait hidden in a locked attic room.
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