While the popular primates that we promised you last issue have receded back into the mist, we’ve tried hard to alleviate your sense of cheated rage and disappointment by enlisting laugh-along Luddites-for-Literature supremo Robin Ince to smooth the gentle gradient of your furrowed brow.
We also tracked down Josie Long through credit-card transactions in her brave but ultimately doomed Shawshank Redemption bid for freedom, so she’s back with us and doing what she likes best, if that’s being handcuffed to a radiator.
As for the thick wedge of extra pages that you’re paying through the nose for in this bumper issue, they contain a rare compendium of delights. We’ve got confessions of calamitous careers in the constabulary, step-by-step instructions for do-it-yourself diabolism and the rigorous recriminatory ruminations of a rogue town planner.
We’ve got divine decadence and sultry San Francisco nights along with the exploits of troubled everyman Johnny Viable, some glamorous graffiti, and a tantalising T-shirt transfer from the crayon box of Dodgem Logic’s vendor of voluptuousness Melinda Gebbie.