I've got a shedload of stuff* in this fortnight's Private Eye.
Why not go out and buy a copy? £1.50 in all good newsagents. And some crap ones where the crisps are past the sell-by-date and they sell fags to kids, too.
(*I'm not telling you what. The rule is, if you like a story, it's mine. If you don't, it must be Francis Wheen's).
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I tried and they don't have it yet. I'm not sure about the crisps, but the Private Eyes were past their best. Incidentally, another local newsagent told me the chocolate is more expensive these days because the milk goes off more quickly. 58p for a Galaxy would you believe it!
If I like a cartoon, should I assume that it is one of yours as well? And what about the spiffing crossword?
Yep. (blows on fingernails, looks modest).
Tim must be, wisely, staying out of this one.
If you ever need a hand digging stuff up in Scotland (and our many and varied scandals seem to be enthusiastically ignored, by and large), just drop me a line. The email's at the bottom of my blog, and no, this isn't just a shameless attempt to increase my stats by one.
Eye's Exxon story astonishing: movie rights!
I would comment if I could just get my mitts on the edition in question. Alas, Private Eyes have proved thin on the ground in the Big Mango's bookshops recently. Will relent and begin international subscription upon return from summer homeleave in land of the Septics.
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