New Year, New Y… oh sod it

New Year, New Y… oh sod it

Ah, the sweet and yet slightly rancid smell of January the 1st; the somewhat arbitrary and puzzling promise of a clean slate, thanks to another year of standing helplessly on this ecologically-doomed rock which is hurtling around its nearest star, but with all the...
Fuzz

Fuzz

It might as well grow (a poem) Razors pain you, Wax causes concern; Tweezers pinch you; Friction can burn. Lasers are Sci-Fi, Sugaring scares, All that money buys, But why do you care? If fashion’s hairless, Then hairy brings woe, Maybe just care less; It might as...
The Sun Diet

The Sun Diet

A guest blog, written by our mate Maud Flannel. Contrary to popular opinion, I don’t hate The Sun; I hate all sexist media. I’m quite ‘equal opportunities’ like that. However, as much The Mail et al may hate women and wear that hatred on their sleeve/website/sidebar...
Hangovers

Hangovers

By Flora Cramp The Cramps have an Easter Sunday tradition of visiting Auntie Maureen, taking her somewhere ‘nice’ where she can have a walk and eat a scone, and then arguing about whether Paul Shane was in anything after Hi-de-Hi, until it’s time to go home. My input...