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December 30, 1995

SAT STEVENS releases pent-up anger by lying on his back and watching clouds. He will soon be a weather expert!

LITTLE MISS BUG'S birthday was on Christmas Eve. She used her birthday money to get Christmas pressies. Ahh - now that is tragedy itself.

PHILLIPS FREAK never eats yellow snow. He prefers white snow in his sarnies!

SKINNER has praised Flower Child for her masterly poem, Leaf. This is taking the season of goodwill a bit too far!

Dodgy Eyeliner and the Lairy Fairy made

A SOUR 'ZINE DEBUT!!

 

INNOCUOUS TOP SAYINGS

We're not all called Stuart

You're a cheesehead

Don't look. Maybe it will go away

The porkey hurts the most

You'll get yours

Al - a shark in water

 

DEAR 'ZINE

My New Year message:

Respect all 'Zinesters. Release your feelings to your teddy-bear and us.

Get rid of your anger by ripping up paper (recycled, of course).

Smile when you can and be nice. Or you could carry on being normal, whatever that is.

Dizzy Indie Dandelion

Careful Dizzy, or we'll have the

CRUELTY TO TEDDY SOCIETY AROUND!

 

WHAT TO DO?

The fashion police have warned me to have my hair cut again. Everyone is calling me Mulder. What should I do?

a) Get it cut

b) Change my name to Fox, get my sister kidnapped by aliens and join the FBI, where I team up with a gorgeous female

c) Leave it the way it is

Mystic Michael

Mystic, you're so vain, you probably

THINK THIS PAGE IS ABOUT YOU!

 

BIG JACK

We won't forget you, Jackie boy
You did us proud and gave us joy
We became a nation once again
Under you we made our name

We went all the way and beat the lot
Couldn't stop us, no matter what
Quinny, Aldo, Paul and Ray
Italia '90, USA

Your twinkle eye, your magic touch
But then there was the bloomin' Dutch

Pistil Manual, Memory Lane

Beat the lot at what?

WINNING TROPHIES?

 

EDIBLE SMITHS SONGS

  1. Boy Raisin
  2. Swede Head
  3. Celery Gates
  4. The Bean is Dead
  5. This Charming Flan
  6. Miserable Pea
  7. Jack the Kipper
  8. That Yoke Isn't Runny Anymore
  9. I Want the Scone, I Can't Get Home

Quark, back from the dead

I suppose you would go out tonight

BUT YOU HAVEN'T GOT A FOOD TO WEAR!