I assume that you've read a good few fanzines/freesheets by now, mostly Gearhead Nation, Planet Fish, Sl@nted @nd Ench@nted or the fine waste of resources you're holding in your hands now, etc., but have you noticed how incredibly egotistic and self loving we fanzine editors/contributors can get? Look at all of the zines. They're basically just a collection of notes of what's happening in the author's life or opinions on what's happening around the world.We might as well have: "FOR GOD'S SAKE, JUST LISTEN TO ME! I HAVE THE ANSWER! ME-ME-ME!!! DO YOU KNOW WHAT I DID LAST WEEK?" ad infinitum. You always get the occasional youngster (Around my age) thinking they're the Socrates of the 90s. You know the type. They start off every issue reminding you how young they are, and how they can have mature beliefs on life that don't include Beavis & Butthead and how irritating their idiotic classmates can be when they arse about when they can be learning something. As seen in - Waste Of Space/Planet Fish

Then you get the pariahs of society in there, your average hermit who cowers away from modern society to live a life of purity, Hidden in a little enclave in which to solve everybody elses problems, they scribble them all down on a piece of paper and venture to the hideous commercial mecca that is town to photocopy it. As seen in - Possible Worlds There's also the completely egotistical type that can't bring out an issue that doesn't praise itself a few times before returning to the subject at hand should always get a mention too. As seen in - Sl@nted @nd Ench@nted

Finally, the type where the writer attempts to slag off everything they can think of in a vague effort to make themselves look better, frequently failing thus making an arse of themselves. As seen in - HeLiUm BonG We fanzine blokes/gals spend god knows how arse of themselves. As seen in - HeLiUm BonG We fanzine blokes/gals spend god knows how much money on telling everyone what we think of them & pray that one of you will pay enough attention to send in a letter of some sort. We really are a sad bunch when you think of it. I don't know why I do HB. I mean, at the end of the day, all I get at the end of the day is a huge dent in my pocket, criticism from nearly all other zine/sheets (Apart from ZooBrain & Sonic Birth, nice one!), having to hide my face whenever I hear "iS tHaT thE bLokE oFf HeLiUm BonG?" being muttered behind my back at a gig & loads of time spent (wasted?) glaring at the beauty that is Micro$oft Windoze™ when I could have been out having a laugh (Or playing Carmageddon). Maybe I've got nothing better to do, maybe it's because I want to get a few things off my chest, or maybe it's just because it's a laugh seeing other people's reactions when I desecrate another belief to which they hold dear. Fun - Fun - FUN!!!