Kris Adcock

Kris Adcock was born incognito, which is a little known town in Italy. His entire conception came about as a result of a very nasty car-crash on the M1 during New Years Eve. Apparently his parents became bored whilst wating for the rescue crew to arrive.

As a child he lived an uneventful life, punctuated regularly by obscene amounts of chocolate and Big Macs. It wasn't until he attended College that his mindset as an Acorn fanatic became apparent; he was well known for running into PC computer laboratories, screaming "640Kb memory limit!!" and then running out again.

Kris's ambitions include winning the National Lottery, and becoming one of those extras who hang around at the back of the Drop The Dead Donkey set, with clipboards and pencils, pretending to work. He takes fashion tips from Julian Clary and shares a toothbrush with David Mellor. Kris began writing articles for Blasphemous Scribblingz in hospital, whilst recovering from a very nasty misunderstanding involving Antonia de Sancha and a tin of Athletes Foot Powder.

Contrary to what many people believe from reading this magazine, Kris and the other writers have never actually met. All contact between them was originally by carrier pigeon, and later by E-Mail. It is widely accepted that more shit was transfered by E-Mail than the pigeons could have ever managed, even if they'd been force-fed Muesli, All-Bran and curry powder for a year. What's scary is that most of it has made it to the final edition.

Kris is responsible for most of the arrangement of the magazine, and the compilation, and editing, and spell checking, and things. During stock market crashes he may be found just outside the foyer of Lloyd's of London, selling shotguns in a variety of flavours.

Dislikes : His sister, Commercial radio, Mystic Meg, Jeremy Beadle, Richard Bransons smile, Richard Branson come to that, Roy Hudd, PCs, Apple Macs, Bjork, and his sister again

Likes : Swearing at Commerical radio, Cindy Crawford, Calvin & Hobbes, Robotman, Doonesbury, Smith & Jones, Not The Nine O Clock News, Over the Hedge, Garfield, U2, Enya, The Art of Noise, Dilbert

Most commonly used phrase : "No-one tells me anything."