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We were all chatting the other day about our favourite toys when we were ankle biters, so here is a list: Graeme 1 (the mad one) – an Acorn A3010 computer. (What?) Peter’s – a ‘Bogie’. (Not the green variety). Ian’s – a ‘Tree house’. (Always aimed high). Elaine’s – ‘Tiny Tears’. (Ahhh!). Marie’s – ‘A cuddly doll’. (Squeeze, squeeze). Angela’s – ‘My Pet Monster’ doll or a ‘Boglin’. (Ugly little critters). Graeme 2 (the 8ft Ninja) – a Lego Airport. (Designing useful means of transportation for the future.) Gareth’s – a Lego Laser Gun. (Building harmful weapons of mass destruction!) Vince’s – Lego. (Built a complete replica of Old Trafford). Derek’s – The ‘A-Team’ van and figures. (I pity the fool…). Gary’s – ‘Subbuteo’. (Nice one Cyril). Alan’s – ‘Big Track’. (A big toy for Big Al). and mine… A ‘Six Million Dollar Man’ action figure, complete with rubber arm, zoom eye (not) and a car engine. I remember playing hours with this piece of plastic and waiting excitedly for the TV series which accompanied it. One episode I remember was when the Six Million Dollar Man, took on ‘Big Foot’. At the time, I remember Big Foot as being a very, very scary creature which had me distressed for months! So I decided, with the technology of the interweb, to go on the hunt for this elusive Big Foot and what do you know… I found a picture of him with the “SMDM’ (hugging would you believe it)! Take a look at this fella below… Now, looking at the overall picture, I have decided that he was not that scary after all and in fact, just down right stupid! Ho hum.

We have recently told you, we were in the middle of some serious cake wars. Now, there is SERIOUS hell on with another touchy subject! We have, over the last few days, had a re-shuffle of our work stations and are at present, all sitting together in one part of the building having some serious bonding sessions. Previously we had two teams at either end of our lovely building and the coffee round was quite simple, consisting of about 5 or 6 cups, at any one time. Now, the round consists of about 12! No way José I hear you say. If anyone slightly shifts in their seat, the cups go up in the air like an excited school child who knows the answer. So at this point, nobody dares move. The hell started when our very own 8ft Ginger Ninja Graeme, came sauntering back into our work space with his own made coffee! What’s all that about? Shocking! We have decided as a group, excluding the Ninja, that an egg HAS to be placed into his coffee for his sins! Juvenile? Eggs-actly!