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Summer in Britain




In our second issue (Web issue, of course. As everyone knows our second issue ever was regarding Wise Men and floss. Or maybe not floss. I seem to remember something about floss being written at some point, but there's a good chance it could have never been printed in all the hustle and bustle of those early days. Come to think of it, floss might make a terribly boring issue. So it possibly wasn't about floss. Wise Men, yes. Floss, no. It's too bad, because doing floss well takes an incredible amount of skill, both writing about it and actually putting floss to its intended use (ignoring, for a moment, the voice in the back of your head whispering something about beaches in Spain), and to have that our credit, perhaps a bit more definitely, would be an enormous feather in our cap (assuming, for a second, that you either remember the days when having feathers in your cap didn't mean that you'd just had a pigeon run into your head, by any standards an embarassing occurrence, but meant that you were honoured and revered, because people enjoyed constantly fixing your hat, just in case it had incurred a tear, and had no proper hat-mending material around, save for feathers, or you are just politely guessing that, given the gist of the previous sentence, which is still as yet unfinished, and not altogether previous, then, having a feather in one's cap, not to mention, is an enormous one, and not, indeed, a potential hazard, especially were one to leave the pointy thing at the bottom end of a feather attached, and jammed uncomfortably into your head, whereupon the aforementioned hat is intended to rest), but we digress. So I feel comfortable saying the second issue ever was about Wise Men, and, possibly, floss.) we covered the invasion of Guatemala by a rather large potato.
Thinking back on that now, we feel reasonably confident that it was, indeed, a potato, it was large, and the country was Guam. Err... Guatemala, that is.

disclaimer:
We are not responsible for the consumption of fizzy drinks, nor are we going to be around, should a gigantic potato get it into it's head that it likes fizzy drinks.

We also would like to think this week's issue will be somewhat of an anomaly in a filament of brightly shining shiny things.


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