Memories
Oh Thicky, you magnificently silly bastard!
PING!
It’s Sal. This isn’t going to be good.
Please don’t let this be the brick in the face we’ve all been quietly dreading. Surely it’s not THAT hour. Two words into the preview line of her message and I know it is…
I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so much, before or since
I first met Andy Dyer when he applied for a job on Commodore Format, the magazine which I’d been tasked with launching, I immediately liked the guy, and even though he was obviously nervous, I was comfortable in his company and felt that we’d really clicked. I knew I’d filled the staff writer role before he’d even left the office. It was his dream job, and I felt happy that I’d rescued him from a life of drudgery in insurance!
An oratory expounder of all things West Country
Almost exactly a year ago, I ended up chatting with Andy on Facebook – in fact I helped him fix (I think) a Commodore 64 – something with a 6502 processor anyway – but we talked about the good old days and the all-to-predictable struggles Andy was enduring at the time.
A central figure in the cast list of "Golden Age" Future
Andy was a central figure in the cast list of what many of us think of as "Golden Age" Future, and his character shone through bright and clear in all the mags he worked for, especially TOTAL! and MEGA.
“Can we tell Parappa the little fucking rapper to just fuck off this issue?”
When I first met Andy he was Editor of Playstation Max. I was in print services at the time and 'Parappa the Rappa' was giving all the grief. We had a branded pencil case and all the paraphernalia involved and it got held up in customs. I think it was around about 45,000 at the time (Jackie Garford?!).