In 1986 we finally got a copier!
It cost quite a bit of money back then but price didn’t matter to us since we were using the cocaine. We might have bought the copier with cocaine, but the 80’s are mostly a blur to me for some reason.
What didn’t help was the great paper shortage of 1986. Nobody had any paper and we needed to get out an edition of The Weirdcrap quickly.
Since it was October, we generally ran with frightning stuff. But during our staff meeting, we tossed that idea aside in order to focus on the GST being introduced in New Zealand.
But then something amazong happened which knocked that story to the side.
“By goodness, Boston has a new album coming out!” screamed I as Bob looked typically confused.
“The city has an album coming out?” he asked in that confused way he has.
“No! Stop the presses! The band! New album! It’s been eight years!”
He finally got it.
I wrote the story, handed it to Jerome who ran it over to Bob who waltzed on over to the copier.
“Oh, boy,“ said Bob. “We only have two sheets of paper and we must get this edition out!”
Slight depression set in. I decided the best way to combat this was to twirl around in my chair.
That’s what I did and then it came to me.
“Bob! Take a sheet of blank paper and make enough copies of it so we can satisfy our massive amount of readers!”
He looked confused again but snorted some coke and started copying away.
And it worked.