double figures.
bloody hell.
bloooody hell.
i don't know what to say.
not like you to be lost for words, now is it? eh? come on? say something, damn you. oh, no, you great fool, don't let me down now. don't make me have to do this. jesus. you bastard.
ok.
*sigh*.
er, right, well, there's lots of good stuff in this issue, including a story by top Israeli writer Elisha Porat, some fine poems by Ernest Slyman, another rattling good tale by Vita Amory and something astonishing, as usual, from mez. the rest is, i'm afraid, pretty ropey.
i'll get him for this.