Cover

M*sc*w Does Not Believe in Beers

In a dimly lit back alley somewhere in a major metropolitan centre in Russia (it could be M*sc*w, but we would be liable for punishment under the Official Secrets Act…
Cover

The Things We Do For Money

The other day, I got a phone call from my agent, Josh "Finagler" Finkle. He sounded apoplectic; but, although I don't speak to him all that often, I have gathered…
Cover

Neighbourhood Year-End Review, 1985

Well, I guess it's that time of year again. The end. It's a time for family gatherings and for celebrations, although whether we're supposed to be celebrating the start of…
Cover

Slouching Towards Millenium

I have seen the future, and it sucks. Politically, the New Freedom Fighters (formerly the Liberty Federation, nee the Moral Majority - they like to change their name every 10…
Cover

Psycho Kitty

"Hello, Mrs. Hedley-Schmedley?" "Why, Doctor Raven, what a pleasant surprise. Hello." "I'm afraid that I have some bad news for you, Mrs. Hedley-Schmedley. It's about...the therapy..." "The therapy? Why, whatever…
Cover

Sheer Herb Attack

It started as a joke. Tom and Joyce were looking for a place to "grab a bite" before "catching an early flick" and decided that the path of least resistance…
Cover

25 Down, 45 To Go

I turned 25. The big quarter century. One score five. A whole new age bracket. Older than I ever thought I would be. There are advantages to being 25 (the…
Cover

Cruising for a Bruising

Grandma Jones (known locally as Grammie) and Grandpa Jones (aka: Grappie) were arguing about which of them had first seen a black and white Philco television set when the tremendous…