Saturday Showcase - May 2008.

Please vote for your bestest letter.
The closing date for all the votes is 27/6/2008.
Please vote!

1. Obsolescence: down to 1%.

I just got back from my two-month break in Hovis. It's an absolute madhouse! I have to say, I'm shocked by all the self-censorship on Zine lately. Shame on you Ziners, making WLW obsolete like that!
Never fear, my giraffey friend. I'll give you something to censor: "****." Don't say I never help out.

Psychic Potato.

It's just not the same now that everyone's doing it.

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2. Confessions of a Minister.

I can't stop listening to Barry Manilow. I've concluded the following:

1. I have bad taste in music. Or,
2. I must be having trouble with my sexuality. Or,
3. I should be shot.

Personally, I'd say 1-3-2 in descending order of likelihood. Although, 3 isn't really a conclusion It's more of a thing to put on my to-do list.

Junior Minister.

But you'll do nothing in Westminster unless you do 2.

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3. Bumbling Boris.

Boris Johnson, a man who should not be allowed out without a letter from his mum, is mayor of London. Now all we have to do is shave his head and he might be mistaken for Curly from The Three Stooges as a target for Italian sharpshooters.
Stay sharp and look slinky.

Splat Meringue.

Another one who needs a shave. Where's my razor gone...

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4. Going Mobile.

Predictive text insults - that,
is a marvellous means of chat,
but a note to all hecklers,
don't do it while legless,
or you could end up looking a tylt.

Vigilatue Maelusmo.

Hecklers? Around here? They're all far too polite far that.
Ahem.

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5. Sprinkles the evil cat.

What's that, Sprinkles?
*Meow*
You are going to make lots of human/ octopus supersoldiers?
*Meow*
You want to take over the world? Gosh! But no one can understand your meows.
*Meow!*
My voicebox? Ew. No! I really need it!
*Meow meow*
Supersoldiers shouldn't talk?
Goodness!

Little Blue Fox.

BA called. Sprinkles's banned for life.

*Please vote!

The bestest letter in May was "Confessions of a Minister" by Junior Minister.
He got out of 12 votes.
Well done!

Confessions of a Minister.

I can't stop listening to Barry Manilow. I've concluded the following:

1. I have bad taste in music. Or,
2. I must be having trouble with my sexuality. Or,
3. I should be shot.

Personally, I'd say 1-3-2 in descending order of likelihood. Although, 3 isn't really a conclusion It's more of a thing to put on my to-do list.

Junior Minister.

But you'll do nothing in Westminster unless you do 2.


Thank you for voting!