Say 'no' to work, whether voluntary or for money. It takes over your life and stops you doing anything useful -- like this, for example. That's my excuse this time and I'm sticking to it. Oh yes, and Nifty the Slug, the faithful LaserWriter, finally snuffed it after seven years.

Consequently this issue has a lot of stuff by Other People. Stuff which was written several months ago.

Shayne Dark is a regular on a mailing list to which I subscribe. He is even less fond of fundies than I am and is quite generous with the insults and rude words. For example, he recently told us "When presented the choice between Pat Buchanan and rolling around in a pool of freshly spat-up cat vomit, the choice is remarkably easy, not only is the pool of half digested Friskies and mouse heads less offensive, it is also delightfully warm". I've left his piece in American English -- I'm sure you'll cope.

Doug Bell's article came from his fanzine "...and stuff". It was handed to me in the Southsider (a pub), and I immediately knew I wanted to reprint it. Fortunately, the author was on the opposite side of the table. It was written before the South Park film came out, which pretty much confirms the author's hypothesis.

Derek Ogg is a leading criminal lawyer and writes a regular column for ScotsGay. This particular article also came my way in a pub, this time the Elm Bar, and had a similar effect.

As usual, the funny bit came via the net, and I have no idea who wrote it -- the appropriate headers had all been shaved off before I got it.