If you never go to regional Victorian town Sale, I hope for your sake you don't, it's all rather abstract and pointless. And if you do, you'll be too busy erecting a hasty stockade, counting your dwindling ammunition and preparing for nightfall and the assault of hundreds of drunken bogans. In case you hadn't guessed, I'm not too keen on my former home town. But don't worry, this zine will not be a bitter, hate-filled rant awash with sarcasm and the pain of rejection. Wait a second, there's an extra word in that last sentence. In case you're wondering, the word is 'not'.

6 pages, 21 cm x 15 cm, exceptionally bad handwriting, but absolutely worth it.