(Preambulatory into a brick wall)

In the Jahr of 1992 and the following Jahr (which, by most reputable accounts, was the Jahr of 1993), I was ensconced in a universe of university and simultaneously sharing a dwelling with two other members of the human species, who shall herein be coloured purple and green. We were all a bit mad then.

Then?

Pleasantly struck over the mindbrain by the notion of holding a preposterously lengthy and circuitously rambling written discussion, largely revolving around topics of stark gibbering nonsense (stark! bark!), we proceeded to spend a disturbing and peculiarly intermittent fraction of those Jahrs pouring forth our innermost haha into a couple of big papery things through the medium of cheap biro dribble.

Each person would respond to the ramblings of the previous, or from time to time shoot off on a twisting tangent of their own. Occasionally there were Other Contributors™, some of whom have since taken up recreational implosion, or simply gone mad.

The dwelling was on William Street, and the big papery things survived. Here they are, bit by eky bit. Eek! Run away!

Not 'arf.