The Mega-Zine Museum
August 3, 2000
NEGATIVE CREEP Thought she was the one. She told the truth, told the truth and then she lied. Hold me, she said. Love me to death. And did you? Details!
MISS TRISTESSE Kill the cow! I know Daisy the cow is a fictional character to keep the real reviewer at bay, but kill her anyway! But she IS the real reviewer, although her hooves do hinder her typing on occasions.
EAU ROUGE What if the world really WAS an oyster, and it WAS yours? What an aphrodisiac! Imagine — no more Lolly!
INDECENCY SUCKS
This very morning, I stumbled out of my humble abode and made my way towards the paper shop, taking in the sights and sounds of an ambient Tyneside.
Once at my destination, I purchased various items such as 10 Regal, a paper and the very notepad upon which I am writing.
These events have no real significance, except for the fact that I was naked the whole time and am now being prosecuted for public indecency.
The Fist Of Rebellion
Oh dear, that can't be good.
JUST PLEAD INSANITY — THAT'S MY TIP
THINGS THAT ARE BAD AND THINGS THAT ARE GOOD
Bedlington terriers are BAD
Chicken Super Noodles are GOOD
Matt B from Muse is BAD
Galaxy Minstrels are GOOD
Local Girl In The Photograph is BAD
Rhubarb and custard sweets are GOOD
Comedy alarm clocks are BAD
Clinic are GOOD
Bi**ie P**er is BAD
WLW is God (either my spellcheck is on strike, or I am a very sad young lady!)
Internal Wrangler
Depeche Mode are GOOD... Scooch are BAD
LENTILS ARE GOOD... MUSHROOMS ARE BAD
LOOK, LET'S FACE IT
Trendyism was invented by the '50s Baby Boomers to clone and control our generation, denying our freedom, originality and individuality. Don't be a victim. It's manipulative and it's wrong.
So, now that's straight, let's quit the "trendy" debate and the "please accept me" rants and the "what's better — Charmin or Andrex?" tripe and get back to some 'Ziney hardcore slices of soul.
Riot Grrl
Absolutely. So, whaddaya think —
SPICE GIRLS OR ALL SAINTS?
THE PLUGHOLE SAYS:
Welcome to a tour of my magical bedroom.
The walls are a faded black, with my Simpson's calendar hanging on the door. Next to my bed, by the window are my beloved budgies, Karma and Mungo.
My CD player sits amongst candles, playing the Boomtown Rats. After all, Bob Geldof is God.
Plughole Fantasy
Faded black walls? Simpson's calendar?
CAROL SMILIE — WHERE ARE YOU?
