YS type font
Gerard Sweeney
I was wondering if any of you bods out there knew the name of the font
used in the Your Sinclair logo? Or something vaguely similar to it?
It's for something which uses a font which looks like the one used in
YS, but it isn't anything to do with YS - in case anyone asks why I
don't just scan a piccy of a YS cover :-)
Toodle-pip!
Gerard
Nick Humphries
<hacke...@worldofspectrum.Borg_removeB> wrote:
>Hello chappies (and you lovely chappesses - kissy kissy)...
>
>I was wondering if any of you bods out there knew the name of the font
>used in the Your Sinclair logo? Or something vaguely similar to it?
There have been a few fonts used for the YS logo. For the YSRnRY movies I used
Arial for "YOUR" and Impact for "SINCLAIR" - and stretched the letters.
I'll post scans to a.b.c.s of the real logos.
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Steve Anderson
Gerard Sweeney <hacke...@worldofspectrum.Borg_removeB> wrote in message
news:QK5L8.1033$Z67....@news8-gui.server.ntli.net...
> Hello chappies (and you lovely chappesses - kissy kissy)...
>
> I was wondering if any of you bods out there knew the name of the font
> used in the Your Sinclair logo? Or something vaguely similar to it?
Aha! I know this for a fact (fact FACT!) because I asked Andy Ounsted, and
he told me...
The YOUR bit is Helvetica Light, and the SINCLAIR bit is Helvetica Bold
(might be Black, thinking back) and both words are just stretched to the
sizes you see on the logo. Helvetica's slightly different to Arial on the PC
but is close, but if you want the logo perfect you could look for a TTF file
or use Adobe Type Manager to get the Mac-style font.
This is for the logo which is the updated version of the second logo - for
ages after Future took over YS the old Dennis logo was used until Art Chick
Sal Meddings (I think) decided enough was enough and re-did it on a Mac.
Stevil
Nick Humphries
<steveATtw...@hotmail.com> wrote:
>This is for the logo which is the updated version of the second logo - for
>ages after Future took over YS the old Dennis logo was used until Art Chick
>Sal Meddings (I think) decided enough was enough and re-did it on a Mac.
Bah... never liked the third logo. Definitely looked as if it had been done on
an early FTP package, whereas the first two looked hand-crafted in some way.
Gerard Sweeney
when it turned out to be Steve Anderson, who said:
[YS font]
>Aha! I know this for a fact (fact FACT!) because I asked Andy Ounsted
Hurrah! You're a top bloke, sirrah! Have a choccy biccy. In fact, have
two.... What the?! Who pinched them all?! (Erk! Rumbled. Ed)
Toodle-pip!
Gerard
Jeff Braine
It was Tuesday the 4th of June 2002. It was pissing it down with rain and
the hollihocks were happy. Raising their leafy fronds to the elements and
singing "Alice's Restaurant" in four part harmony (with kneepads), they
disturbed the blissful slumber of a certain young Gerard Sweeney. Still
dressed in his custard stained Holly Hobby nighty, he rubbed the sleep
out of his eyes, threw on a pair of New Look's now fabled Lycra N Fluff
Scuffs and wrote (without aid of a dictionary):
> [YS font]
>
> >Aha! I know this for a fact (fact FACT!) because I asked Andy Ounsted
>
> Hurrah! You're a top bloke, sirrah! Have a choccy biccy. In fact, have
> two.... What the?! Who pinched them all?! (Erk! Rumbled. Ed)
That'll be Andy O that'll be.
Aye. I remember now. I'd recognise that face peeking out from behind
the crumbed keyboarded Mac anywhere.
Andy O was always the bicky thief that I remember... Hang on.. Gerrard...
Ed.. Ed's Andy O... gotta be.. I mean it all fits.
Do you ever hear snatches (fnar) of Die Toten Hosen from an unidentifiable
source?
Find tyre marks on the carpet?
Does your monitor display only in funny shades of purple?
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Jeff Braine
Unix System Engineer
Griffith University
Gerard Sweeney
the fog. I was working on the case of the missing wombat. I was
settling down behind my desk with my third bottle of scotch. I'd been
sitting there for 2 hours. The cleaner wasn't gonna be happy when she
saw the puddles. This hot dame walked through the French windows,
which was odd as I was on the fifteenth floor and the office didn't
have any windows. She said her name was Jeff Braine, and told me her
tale:
>It was Tuesday the 4th of June 2002. It was pissing it down with rain and
[snip]
Hurrah! My congrats, sirrah, on a fine and amusing intro of an
impressive length (FNAR! Ed)
>Ed.. Ed's Andy O... gotta be.. I mean it all fits.
Andy O. The cunning biccie munching weasel!
>Do you ever hear snatches (fnar) of Die Toten Hosen from an unidentifiable
>source?
No, but I hear snatches (fnar! Ed) of whispered voices telling me to
beat everyone to death with shoes, if that counts for anything?
(Nurse! Ed)
>Find tyre marks on the carpet?
[1]
And so we'd solved the mystery of the missing biccies. The dame asked
if I'd walk her home. I said did she think I'd be lying in a pool of
urine if I was capable of walking. She gave me the sweetest smile that
could melt the butter off a toupee at a hundred yards. Then she
cracked me over the skull with the empty scotch bottles, and stole my
wallet. I never did see her again.
Toodle-pip!
Gerard
[1] No, but I've found a few skid marks in my undie*&*_%%NO CARRIER
Duncan Snowden
> Aha! I know this for a fact (fact FACT!) because I asked Andy Ounsted,
> and he told me...
>
> The YOUR bit is Helvetica Light, and the SINCLAIR bit is Helvetica Bold
> (might be Black, thinking back) and both words are just stretched to
> the sizes you see on the logo.
It's actually fairly obvious when you look at it closely.
> This is for the logo which is the updated version of the second logo -
> for ages after Future took over YS the old Dennis logo was used until
> Art Chick Sal Meddings (I think) decided enough was enough and re-did
> it on a Mac.
And, much as I hate to criticize Art Chick Sal, it never looked as good
as the original. Er, that's the original second one. The red one. Not the
first "rubber stamp" type one. Although it was nice too.
So, just out of interest sort of thing, does anyone know about the fonts
used on them? The "Your" looks like it might be an extended
Eurostyle-type thing - but maybe not - and I haven't the faintest idea
what the "Sinclair" bit is.
--
Duncan Snowden.
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Jeff Braine
Blim! In next month's YS, delivered to you personally by Gerard Sweeny at
around Tuesdat 4th June (unless he's visiting Grandma in his little red
hood), Steve Anderson implements sound effects in part 74 of his coding
series The Pathetic Pablo Brothers II. Andy Ounsted reviews Melbourne
Draw 4 (for 128 Meg Speccies with the Nvidia RGB/Joysick interface),
Nat Cross waggles his joystick (ooer - Ed.) with glee at the speccy
version of Dizzy 38 and Jeff Braine visits the fabby Brisbane offices
of Rare: Play the Game to check out progress on Mire Mare. Whilst
deliving the June issue of YS to your door, Gerard might be heard to
mutter:
> It was a dark and foggy night. The kind of night you could trip over
> the fog. I was working on the case of the missing wombat.
(It's behind you - Pantomime Horse Ed.)
> Hurrah! My congrats, sirrah, on a fine and amusing intro of an
> impressive length (FNAR! Ed)
I thought it was about time they got ressuerected, given the joy we
gave to so many way back then (ooer - Ed.)
> Andy O. The cunning biccie munching weasel!
(Allegedly - Legal Ed.)
> No, but I hear snatches (fnar! Ed) of whispered voices telling me to
> beat everyone to death with shoes, if that counts for anything?
> (Nurse! Ed)
It counts for the fact that I go everywhere barefoot. Which counts for
the fact that I walked in engine oil in the carpark. Which counts for the
fact I left black footprints all over the carpet. Which counts for the
fact that my GF (Snip! that's enough of that, eh readers? - Ed)
(Insert content here. What do you mean there's no content? They're all
down the pub? What is this? Oh, right. - Brewer's Weekly Ed.[1])
--
Jeff Braine
[1] Yes, Brewers get Ed weekly. More often if they're lucky
Steve Anderson
"Nick Humphries" <ni...@egyptusWIBBLE.co.uk> wrote in message
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> Bah... never liked the third logo. Definitely looked as if it had been
done on
> an early FTP package, whereas the first two looked hand-crafted in some
way.
Yep, it looked like it had been cobbled together whilst transfering files in
PASV mode didn't it =)
Steve
Hob
> Bah... never liked the third logo. Definitely looked as if it had been
> done on an early FTP package, whereas the first two looked hand-crafted
> in some way.
Early FTP package, eh? Now THAT must have taken some doing.
--
Hob
Replace a with er!
Hob
> Bah... never liked the third logo. Definitely looked as if it had been
> done on an early FTP package, whereas the first two looked hand-crafted
> in some way.
Early FTP package, eh? Now THAT must have taken some doing.
Nick Humphries
:P
I hope all the Oreos in your life are mouldy.
Chris Johnson
Nick Humphries <ni...@egyptusWIBBLE.co.uk>
>Bah... never liked the third logo. Definitely looked as if it had been
>done on an early FTP package, whereas the first two looked hand-crafted
>in some way.
Just to put an end to the hours of boggling speculation which your post
caused; would the substitution of 'DTP' for 'FTP' above make sense to
you?
Regards
Chris
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Nick Humphries
<chr...@edimatrix.demon.co.uk> wrote:
>Quoted text is from <qh5qfusq8396fg2rq...@4ax.com>, by
>Nick Humphries <ni...@egyptusWIBBLE.co.uk>
>
>>Bah... never liked the third logo. Definitely looked as if it had been
>>done on an early FTP package, whereas the first two looked hand-crafted
>>in some way.
>
>Just to put an end to the hours of boggling speculation which your post
>caused; would the substitution of 'DTP' for 'FTP' above make sense to
>you?
YES :oP
Chris Young
across the table to his old school friend and - dare he say - crush.
It was the 4th June 2002, and Jeff had unexpectedly bumped into Gerard
at the bus stop while waiting for the Number 49, the 18:04 service
from the middle of town to the middle of nowhere. Their eyes met and
for a split second they realised they knew each other. Jeff never got
on the bus, instead ending up... Jeff blinked. He realised his eyes
had wandered to the next table, and to an attractive girl with big
(*ahem* - Ed) piece of cake, obviously there with her boyfriend. Jeff
sighed and continued to absent-mindedly stir his coffee with the back
of a leaky biro. Gerard was slightly more concerned with the chemical
properties of the ink, and how this would react with the coffee. He
was on the way to working out a constant which would unify all
equations relating to ink, coffee and whether milk and sugar would act
as catalysts. He did this sort of stuff in his head, usually when he
was supposed to be doing something much more important. Always when
he he no means available to write down the facts, or scribble a quick
300 page scientific paper going into full details of the discovery and
how it would relate to the speed of light. Gerard suddenly got
distracted by distant laughter. People aren't supposed to be having
fun, he thought. Certainly his life hadn't been fun. He had spent
the last twenty years searching for the probability that there were
Spectrums on distant planets. He had finally discovered last week
that they were not extra-terrestrial beings at all, but old computers
from the 1980s, and - furthermore - he could have just bought one from
Dixons back when he first started his study. Twenty years locked in
the UEA (a secret organisation disguised as a university). Twenty
years. He could have cried. In fact, he could feel his eyes filling
up with tears even thinking about his wasted life. His pointless
research. He felt a friendly hand on his shoulder. It was Jeff.
Jeff had always been there for him, but with the secrecy surrounding
the UEA, Gerard had had to cut himself off from the outside world. He
had not spoken to or seen Jeff since.. well... Gerard cried on
Jeff's shoulder, soaking his new shirt with salty teardrops. They
ended up in this cafe. Gerard wasn't sure how they got here. It was
only Tuesday when he was waiting for the bus, but now it was Wednesday
afternoon. 14:59:52 on Wednesday the 5th June. God knew what had
happened last night - but Gerard could only remember the tears, the
wine and... had he woken up in the same bed as Jeff? He wasn't sure,
and he wasn't sure whether it mattered, or even if he cared. It
didn't matter. Jeff was all he had. Gerard was woken from his
daydream by a waiter. "Excuse me Sir. The gentleman you were with
asked me to give you this". Gerard took the piece of paper and
finally looked at what he had been staring at for the past few
minutes. Jeff had gone. Jeff had gone, and he hadn't even paid the
bill. Gerard opened the neatly-folded sheet of paper, and read out
the following:
> Blim! In next month's YS, delivered to you personally by Gerard Sweeny at
> around Tuesdat 4th June (unless he's visiting Grandma in his little red
> hood), Steve Anderson implements sound effects in part 74 of his coding
> series The Pathetic Pablo Brothers II. Andy Ounsted reviews Melbourne
> Draw 4 (for 128 Meg Speccies with the Nvidia RGB/Joysick interface),
> Nat Cross waggles his joystick (ooer - Ed.) with glee at the speccy
> version of Dizzy 38 and Jeff Braine visits the fabby Brisbane offices
> of Rare: Play the Game to check out progress on Mire Mare. Whilst
> deliving the June issue of YS to your door, Gerard might be heard to
> mutter:
>
> > It was a dark and foggy night. The kind of night you could trip over
> > the fog. I was working on the case of the missing wombat.
> I thought it was about time they got ressuerected, given the joy we
> gave to so many way back then (ooer - Ed.)
You realise what you have (re)started, I hope?
Chris
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Jeff Braine
Chris sed:
> You realise what you have (re)started, I hope?
Yup. Work. Hurry. Ace Intro Mate. Bye
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Gerard Sweeney
"Come forth, sirrah, and state your reasons forwhich thou believes
thou is willing to take the hand of my daughter in marriage" boomed
King Alfenstein of York. The knight stepped slowly forward, bowed
before his formidable host, and began the tales of his bravery and
heroism. Such as the time the slew the dragon of Terrak Bog using
nothing but his bare hands and a pair of nose tweezers. True, the
dragon did turn out to be an obese, three legged blind labrador called
Horace, but he fought as valiantly as any dragon the knight had
previously fought (which was none. What a fibber, eh, readers?). He
then told the tale of how he travelled many leagues hence to rescue a
village from a disease sent from Lucifer himself. As it happened, the
disease was just Hay Fever, but it felt like it was from the very
bowels of Hell, right Hay Fever sufferers? The King did listen
intently, and bade the knight continue with more tales of valour in
order that he might be convinced of his worthiness to take the hand of
his beloved daughter, Glynis (Mmmmm... Glynis Barber in Dempsey &
Makepeace.. Oh, and Blakes 7 as well. Ed). The knight quaffed some
more of his ale, and resumed kneeling (slightly unsteadily) before the
King. "My Lord, I shall tell ye a tale which will shake you to the
very core of your soul [hic]", and so he did. He told of a tale where
a group of knights did meet around a table the likes of which few men
in the land would ever lay eyes on. Where knights would battle long
and hard against vicious barbarians from a land overseas. These
barbarians would attack them with muddy colours which would take about
half an hour to appear. The brave knights fought back, decreeing these
things to be crap, and would tell tales of crisps and assorted
confectionary. The King sat enthralled, and asked the knight to reveal
where this land, as well as who he was. The Knight said "Hello, I'm
Chris Young, the land is CSS. And this is my story:"
>You realise what you have (re)started, I hope?
Oh yes indeedy.. I'm wondering who will get crucified first for having
an into which takes about a week to read, and a one line answer. Arf!
Oh, and you appear to have the longest one so far Chris (FNAR! Ed)
Toodle-pip!
Gerard
Llama-Wax Len
Young led an elite group of scientists into the desert to develop a top
secret project known as "Quantum Leap". Pressured to prove his theories or
lose funding, Dr Young prematurely stepped into the project accelerator...
and vanished. He awoke to find himself in the past, suffering from partial
amnesia and facing a mere image that was not his own. Fortunately, contact
with his own time was maintained through brainwave transmissions with Al,
the project observer, who appeared in the form of a hologram that only Dr
Young can see and hear. Trapped in the past, Dr Young finds himself leaping
from life to life, putting things right that once went wrong, and hoping
each time that his next post will be better than this rubbish:
>
> You realise what you have (re)started, I hope?
Yep, I suspect most people have probably killfiled it already.
Len
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tree by an evil witch. She has captured the beautiful princess and
locked her in a castle over the other side of town. In order to
rescue her and return to your former self, you must collect 72
hatstands that are scattered throughout the kingdom and take them to
the wizard who lives in the Dark Cave down near the coast. But this
is only the beginning of your adventure..." It was the same weak and
feeble plot you got on all Speccy games, thought Gerard Sweeney as he
inserted "Oak Elm, I'm A Birch!"[1] into his tape recorder. It was
the Codies' latest budgie, written by the Oliver Twins. It even had a
rave review printed on the back: "Absolutely Brilliant!". A quote
from somebody called David Darling. Gerard had never heard of him.
He powered on his Speccy, but instead of typing LOAD "", he wrote
this:
> >You realise what you have (re)started, I hope?
>
> Oh yes indeedy.. I'm wondering who will get crucified first for having
> an into which takes about a week to read, and a one line answer. Arf!
> Oh, and you appear to have the longest one so far Chris (FNAR! Ed)
Yes, I got a bit carried away with the character development. Lucky I
didn't resort to the cheap excuses for a plot most Speccy games seemed
to have.
Erm.
Chris
[1] I'm half expecting somebody to pick up on this and write it as a
game for this year's CSSCGC.[2]
[2] Either that or it'll just spawn off a load of tree-related jokes.
Duncan Snowden
8th. Isn't it wonderful? The sun in the sky, then warm weather (at least
the rain isn't usually quite so cold as the rest of the year), the
scantily-clad girlies sunning themselves, the birds are in the trees, the
scantily-clad girlies sunning themselves (yes, he had mentioned this one
already, but he felt - quite strongly - that it bore repeating)... the
world seemed almost perfect. Oh, look, he thought, an ice-cream van. What
could possibly top off such a perfect summer's afternoon than a nice
cooling 99? With raspberry. Mmm. Well, a few things he could think of
actually, but on such a day, buoyed as he was by the myriad joys of
nature's wonder, it seemed just the ticket. But before he even had a
chance to check that he had enough change in his pocket, the van suddenly
exploded in an enormous unexpected plot twist. The blast threw Chris off
his feet, sending him flying for what seemed like miles, although it can
only have been a few yards. Fortunately, a shrubbery (the very one which
had won the local council's Parks and Gardens Department the National
Municipal Shrubbery Award three years running, giving them the trophy
outright - a trophy which now lay in a thousand pieces, having been
destroyed by shrapnel from the explosion flying through the window of the
nearby Municipal Trophies Pavillion; the punters always like a spot of
irony in this sort of potboiler) broke his fall. It winded him slightly,
but at least he was alive. At least he thought he was. He considered this
for a moment. Death was supposed to be a merciful release, so unless he'd
done something *really* evil that he'd forgotten about, horrific, searing
pain almost certainly didn't play much of a part. And eternal damnation
was surely even worse than this, probably involving Commodore 64s
somewhere. On balance, he felt, he was most likely still alive. So now
what? Everything seemed deathly quiet. Was there anybody around nearby?
With what little strength he could muster, he tried to call for help,
but, agonisingly, the only words that would come were:
> [2] Either that or it'll just spawn off a load of tree-related jokes.
Fish puns are bad enough. Elm not going to do any tree ones, that's fir
sure. Fir cough.
(Two "fir" puns? Struggling a bit after that intro, eh? -Ed.)
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> You are a handsome prince
Why, thank you Chris. You're not so bad yourself.
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