Hello and welcome to the newly redecorated living room of "We're Very Sorry About This..." - that somewhat bizarre glimpse into a Britain that no longer exists, except in our minds - So if you'd like to take off your jam spattered wellington slippers and slip out of something more comfortable, then you may continue to read down this page. If you don't slip out, well, read on anyway, because we're nice.
the
history section
This is the History section, within thou
shalt discover the shocking and true story of VSAT. Well,
it's not shocking, but it's true. Mostly. Except for the
bit about us battling dragons, I added that to make it
sell to the Hollywood Executives. Oh, and the bit about
the orgy, I was just feeling sad and lonely at the
time...
you can be my bunsen burner...
Picture if you will, a chemistry classroom.
Bunsen burners burning (surprisingly). In the midst of
this, two kindred sprits kindle (no mean acheivement).
Mat and Chris, bored out of their skulls, knees and their
little finger's fingernail, find themselves at a loose
end. In between cracking puns about fruit, this
happened...
| "Chris," said Maitiu,
whilst squirting water at him through a pipette. "Yes?" said Chris, rigging up a bunsen burner to a tap. Just for kicks. "Would we be good at a goon-y-type comedy-thingy?" "No." said Chris simply. But Maitiu could see in his eyes a deep longing for many things, attention, wealth, and a dancing bear. "Hmm... you know, stupid voices and weird scripts and stuff." "Well, I'm weird and you've got a stupid voice." "Ok, well, in this new context that's a compliment. Cheers man." Thus, with Chris having found a subtle way to insult his best mate, a piece of paper was procured from Maitiu's bag, the depths of which are off-limits to all those without high-security clearance, a criminal record and a bus pass. For the turbulence you know. Maitiu brandished the sink. However, he eventually put it down and a pen was found/nicked, (our victim was most understanding after we tied his shins to his elbows and left him begging inside aforementioned kitchen object). And the rest is a tale of criminal lunacy, as a script was started."The Search for the Yeti" materialised upon the page over the following chemistry periods and soon a recording session had to be arranged. Or at least thought about, given some foresight, well, ok, ok, we were in a room with a computer and a reasonably atrocious microphone. |
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After talks were held with the mike (boom, boom tsssh!) it agreed to co-operate and the first show was recorded. Dash.
The rest as they say is history, or at least chemistry...
easy listening (ear plugs
recommended)
Anyway, the true litmus test of the show was
when the first volume went better than we had planned. It
turns out that the batons were completely unnecessary.
And the rubber nuclear weapons weren't required to
disburse the angry mob. Just a strategically placed cup
of tea.
The second volume however enjoyed more success, actually being popular amongst art students, friends, family and other animals. But then, the project known as "Volume 3" began, and VSAT (as it was now known) was to be changed forever... click here to discover how.
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