Andy's log, Earthdate
31.05.2002.. As I look around the encampment, I see the troops hunkering
down as we wait in preparation. Lieutenant Geoff Volmer is on lookout,
scanning the hills with his eagle eyes [you flick a little wheel at the
back of his head to make him look left to right]. Corporal Conran awaits
pissed-er, poised at his ancient-but-trusty Spandau machine gun, named
after his favourite pop group of the eighties - and almost as deadly.
We're on the eve of the Tasmanian winter and it's gonna be a cold one. Sgt Anderson is already
starting to get a bit stiff, but that's nothing unusual. Lt Haring has
brought along her KatKit and is handing out supplies of high energy chocolate
buns. These 'camo-cakes' have been genetically modified to be extremely
messy to eat, meaning the troops won't be needing to apply any more face
paint afterwards. In the meantime, Lieutenant Nick is distributing his
patented 'Frech-jacket', a light body armour which looks cunningly like
a normal T-shirt, but apparently renders its wearer impervious to any adverse
climatic conditions and can also be quickly converted into a tent in extreme
emergencies..
Sgts Pete, and Dean have been talking to the military press about their visiting brother's
delicate training methods with the rookies [Headline: Sgt Neill's down
and gently handles his privates]. Meanwhile Lts Rebecca and Angela have
been entertaining the troops in their own special fashion, showing that
there ain't no business like show Dizz-ness and some rude pun about Alcock
which escapes me right now..
