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Founded in 1949 The Newspaper of Imperial College Union
!Gartered Gaynor
gives it a go
It seemed like just another IC
party—until Sean Davis turned
up in a black dress that is. Not
many people saw it because it
certainly was a drag.
Star of the show was Gaynor
Lewis who had struggled out of
those tight jeans to wear nothing
more than an airforce jacket and
suspenders. If she wasn't popular
before she certainly is now!
Other star performers included
Guilds Pres Mike Stuart wearing
his pink dress and inane grin who
along with partner Roz Horton in
a DJ took the prize for best
dressed couple.
The event raised £50 for Rag
and was summed up with
characteristic insight by A C C
Chairman Ian Bull: Tt was
difficult telling the men from the
boys and girls.'
Drink a pub
damp?
Imperial College students
maintained their reputation as
beer swilling louts on Friday
night when over 250 people
consumed 2,000 pints of beer at
the Great British Beer Factory on
Brompton Road as part of IC
Rag's 'Drink a Pub Dry' event.
However the pub was not
drunk completely dry (two out of
the total of nine pumps were still
on at closing time) and the bar
man invited IC students to finish
the job off the next day.
Hey Vivos , Kangalas ,
Boomalakas and bawdy rugby
songs drove most of the regular
customers out fairly early in the
evening. Fortunately the staff did
not seem to mind, especially since
they had an all time record for
profits taken in one night.
Rag I s s u e H H R O H
Photo: Jeremy Rowlands
City and Guilds won the Raft Race across the Serpentine for the first
time in five years last Sunday morning. The rafts were a fine example
of carefully constructed rubbish although the mood was more buoyant
than the rafts.
The Royal College of Science raft, a stylish boat of bin liners and
University of Birmingham signs, is pictured putting in a fine challenge
to Guilds' more utilitarian engineering masterpiece of planks and
chemical drums.
RSMU came a poor third with their craft made principally from television packing cases.
Once home, and not quite dry, RCS proceeded to extract their
revenge by completely slaughtering the Guilds team in a Tug of War.
•Mines, wet and humiliated, abstained.
Vampire lovers stun SCAB Night
Over 200 people attended SCAB
Night last Saturday raising a total
of £300, a record for the event.
Dramsoc proved to be the
most popular attract ion
performing three of Michael
Green's coarse acting plays TI
Forniazione', a play which pokes
fun at an amateur operatic
society, went down very well with
the audience and performers
alike. The play was particularly
funny especially since it followed
Opsoc's performance of
the Pirates of Penzance,
Ruddigore and Yeomen of the
Guard.
There were also very
entertaining contributions from
other SCAB clubs including the
Debating Society, Chamber
Music Society and the Choir. An
excellent evening's entertainment
was rounded off by two films—
Woody Allen's 'All you wanted
to know about sex but were
afraid to ask' and 'Vampire
Lovers'. highlights from HMS Pinafore,
^^•H^HHMH Guest Editor Mark Smith •
A record total of £1,750 was
collected during the 24hr street
collection and the silly sports Rag
stunt last Saturday.
Guilds President Mike Stuart
just failed to win the much sought
after prize trip to Paris for the top
collector. He was pipped at the
post by Miss Roz Horton who
raised £183, just £1 more than Mr
Stuart.
However, Mr Stuart will still
get his dirty weekend in Paris
since Miss Horton has decided to
take him with her to Paris.
Hon Sec' Sean Davis was
almost arrested during the event
for being drunk and illegally
collecting in Leicester Square
because his licence only
authorised him to collect in
Kensington and Chelsea. The
wily Irishman was still sober
enough to outpace the inquisitive
policeman.
The Guilds silly sports event
outside Harrods raised £500
despite Police asking Guildsmen
not to obstruct or accost passing
shoppers. Donations were given
for stunts rangeing from three-
legged races to human
wheelbarrow faces.
Boring Title
Dear Mark
I've just heard you're back
editing F E L I X again, and may I
say how pleased I am to hear it.
They should never have got rid of
you in the first place. I've just
been down to the Job Centre
again, but there's nothing doing.
I told them what an active person
I'd been in my college days, and
that I was Deputy President of
the Union and resigned and all
that, but it's the same story.
"...and w hat class of degree did
you get M r McCabe?"
-Pass."
"Wel l . I'm afraid we can't help
you. We're looking for successful
people. Graduates who want to
work hard as part of a highly-
skilled and professional team. If
you think that you are the right
kind of person and have creative
jdeas to contribute to the share
end of the highest techology. then
sign up wi;h us and you won't
have to risK anything or even to
think about your own life for a
least another twenty years. Yes
your future could be safe with...."
and so it t.oes on.
1 haver't been to the Union
Office recently. Does Jen still
control the president? D o they
still drink vast quantities of
sherry at the expense of the clubs
etc? Are Jo's teeth still as
glistening as when we interviewed
her for her job? I hear Chrstine
Teller is still hanging around,
honestly some people never seem
to know when it's time to go! You
know, if there's one thing I really
miss about IC. it's all those
freebies we used to go on. where
the dicks from the Sherfield
Building would try and make us
feel important and statesman
(woman)-like so that they got
their way more easily. I imagine it
w o u l d be easy for some
sabbaticals to be duped.
I would like to wish you all
the best with this special issue of
F E L I X and to mention that as
my mother has thrown me out for
being a 'laz\ good for nothing git'
I will be coming up to doss on
your floor in Islington for a
month or two. Best of luck with
your career in journalism.
Yours
Barnev McCabe BSC A R C S
I C U Dep Pres (for most of 81/2)
Dear Barney
Thanks a lot for your good
wishes. Some people may be
surprised that I actually managed
to get one genuine letter because
most of them couldn't really give a
damn about anything but
themselves.
In answer to your questions: yes.
yes, and yes-so it goes!~Ed.
Another
Boring Title
Dear Mark
Words fail me when I try to
recall how good F E L I X and the
Union were back in your year as
editor. 1981-2.
The F E L I X editor was white,
the president a man, the deputy
president inefficient and the hon
sec wasn't Irish. In F E L I X
What's On only took a third
page, the gossip column was
juicy, there was no music page,
the F E L I X banner wasn't bad for
your eyesight, the editorial
wasn't typeset in a size generally
used for those with poor vision
and there were none of those
bloody cartoons with a bow tie
tagged on the end.
Yours
Peter Rodgers
Space Filler
Dear Mark
Words fail me when I try to
recall how good F E L I X and the
Union were back in your year as
editor, 1981-2.
The F E L I X ed i to r was
miserable and bad tempered, the
deputy president only lasted as
long as he did because he was
your mate and the hon sec was
nondescript. F E L I X only used to
stretch to six pages (on a good
week), there was no music page,
no features, no cartoons, the
Whats Onjcolumn consisted only
of things you happened to know
of by chance and the F E L I X
banner was the same as Steve
Marshall's!
Yours
Pallab Ghosh
F E L I X token'black 1981-2
Another Space
Filler
Dear Mark
1 am once more writing on
behalf of M r Nick Morton, a
former IC President, who has
r e c e i v e d such s c a n d a l o u s
treatment in the so-called IC
Union newspaper F E L I X .
Not only did you at one time
suggest that M r Morton was
nothing more than a puppet of
the College, but also that his
sensible submission to my
suggestion of a small more
Southside-ways for IC was a
betrayal.
Piffle and nonsense. Why, I
myself have recently moved to
smaller premises so I see nothing
wrong with you all doing
likewise! As for Mr Morton being
a puppet, you must now be able
to see that the forthright and
positive actions of one of his
successors, the lovely Miss Lewis,
prove that this is no more tha a
vicious lie.
Yours in truth John Smith
College Secretary
c/o the Sooty Show ITV
Plain Boring *
Dear Mark
I was surprised to hear that you
would be editing another FELIX
and before you start on me again
I would like to make one thing
clear. Although some people new
to this College have been lead to
believe that the name J Martin
Taylor is synonymous with long
and boring letters on the worldly
image of Young Conservatives, I
must say that such serious issues
cannot be forever banned from
the pages of FELIX or indeed
(Continued on page 5)
THE RCS SMOKING CONCERT
•Ronnie Golden —Alternative Comedian
*Live Music •Brilliant sketches •Popcorn and beer
•For Rag THURSDAY 24 N O V E M B E R
7:30pm — Union Concert Hall • • • • • • • • •
Tickets available from Soc Reps or R C S U Office.
Bot Zoo 'Tea In' Come along to the Botany
Common Room on Thursday, 24 November between 10 and 11 in the morning to demonstrate against the closure of the Bot Zoo tea room.
e a walk down
FELIX THROUGH THE AGES The first issue of FELIX was published on
Friday 9 December 1949 in the form of a 14
page roneped newspaper. The opening words
were:
The need has been felt for some time for a
frequently published journal to comment upon
the affairs of the College whilst they are still
topical, and to bring to the attention of its
members the activities of clubs and societies.
The introduction went on to mention The
Phoenix and how FELIX may complement, if
not compliment, the literary magazine in the
future. This indeed happened and it could be
said that the cat has now got the better of the
bird.
The Christening
Concerning the title of the newspaper, the
first edition included the following:
A debt of gratitude is owed to FC Ewels for
his suggestion of a title. He should be rewarded
with a saucer of milk.
The paper remained in its original format
throughout the 49/50 session and averaged
around 10 pages. The first Editor E M Hughes
The cover of the first issue of FELIX which appeared thirty-two years ago. Six hundred copies were made which sold at 3d each. The first Editor was E. M. Hughes, who produced nine issues.
produced nine issues at fortnightly intervals
and charged a price of id. Six hundred copies of
the first edition sold out fast, as indeed did the
second of one thousand. Indeed, there were
reports of a thriving black market where copies
exchanged hands at twice their face value.
Issue 10 heralded a new format at the start of
a new academic year. Only four pages were
produced, although the reduced type size
allowed the content to remain at its previous
level. The year saw 15 FELICES, some of 6
pages.
During the first year of production, only
issues 8 and 9 carried cover stories, while
regular items such as a regular character pro
file and The Drinking Man's Guide to London
were established. Topics of interest back in
1950 included refectories and The Phoenix, but
undoubtedly the main source of news was the
activities of students themselves. Their fre
quent illegal activities and subsequent run-ins
with the police formed the basis of many
fascinating columns.
Other, unusual items included the cover
story of issue 9, which concerned the sacking
of Mr Sellars, butler in the Dining Hall! Also,
it may be of interest that in 1950 the Com
memoration Day Ball was held in the
Grosvenor House Hotel at a cost of 17/6d
each.
Change for the Worse
Reading through earlier copies of FELIX
makes one realise how much some things
have changed, while others remain exactly the
same. For instance, J V Bramley, advisory
editor in 1956/7, said in the classic Christmas
and 100th issue:
The impression one gets from earlier issues is
that the College was more alive than now.
The problem was students at Imperial
thought FELIX was not of the same quality
of other student publications and improved
printing methods and the higher cost ensued
could only be achieved by capital investment.
The only way to achieve this was advert sing.
The editor totally disagreed with advertising
and also asked who would want to advertise
in such a paper.
The dilemma remained until the following
editorial appeared in 155:
tdit&dal Comment
TOUR "NEW LOOK" FELIX.
Well, here it is. You r , » ; think it is
rather small so here are a lew facte and
figures to explain why. The joet of print
ing an eight page F E L I X by the method
treed before, that is the "offset" process,
wis about £18.
You, our readers, contributed regularly
shout £15 towards this; the remaining £3
or so being made up from she Union
funds.
The paper which you are reading now
has cost £28 to print, and only four pages
at thatl This leaves a deficit of £13. It
is hoped that most of this will be regained
in future by selling advertising space at
the rates shown elsewhere, but for the time
being this extra oost is being borne by the
Union. Like all business ventures we need
s certain amount of capital to start the
ball rolling. Should our financial turnover
from advertising reach higher proportions
then we can go ahead and print larger
copies of F E L I X , but for the present we
shall have to be content with these four
Psg".
FIUX ADVERTISING RATES.
QUARTER P A G E 5 G U I N E A S
Either: two ~^ '""n« wide by half •
high. l r
' four columns wide by quarter column
high.
ONE E I G H T H P A G E 3 G U I N E A S
Either: twc columns wide by quarter
sasss— high.
~" one column wide by half column
high.
U G M s , bitter Council arguments and
heralded the ambivalent attitude of wanting
more women at IC yet simultaneously be
grudging them access to the Union Bar.
es \
It J
n5 SrXTEENTH PAGE 30 8h. One column wide bv quarter column
high
The first advertisements to appear were
small ones (although various hosteleries had
been receiving free publicity for years) and
Lamleys were the most regular customers.
Issue 170 saw a half-page advert by Bristol
Siddley Engines and the freshers' edition of
1962 contained a half-page ad from The Times
(who were to subscribe regularly) and a com
plete back-page ad by Westminster Bank.
Flight of the Phoenix Editor 1958/59 was a traumatic year for publish
ing in ICU. While the thoughts which were to
revamp FELIX were being born, a contro
versy arose over the editor of The Phoenix.
The winter The Phoenix of that year was
edited by D Irving and included a very fascist
editorial and an attack on Prof Blackett.
However in its defence the magazine was of a
high technical standard and profitable.
Mr Irving then fled the country and was
relieved of his post.
The years between 1967 and 1974 were
notable for many lay-out and organisational
changes. At the start FELIX was retailing
fortnightly for 4d and edited by whoever was
willing to devote enough time to it and study
for a degree at the same time. By October
1974 it was the weekly, free FELIX you now
know, having undergone several changes in
cost, size and particularly editorial style.
Free Gifts The 1967/8 FELIX was approximately
twice the size of the one before but still
managed to average ten pages u. kr three
different editors. It was a year of Muorate
Christmas presents in FELIX also started
that year, these being cut-outs, joss sticks,
Christmas cards and later grass, a 'pill', bal
loon Christmas tree lights.
1974 was the First year FELIX was
produced and printed on premises with the
introduction of an offset litho and varityper.
Having FELIX produced on premises
allowed greater creative control over the
cntent and layout of the paper. It was printed
on better quality paper. Subsequent years saw
the introduction of the FELIX reprographic
camera and phototypesetter.
Felix Gets Claws
The new technology has made FELIX
visually more exciting. The camera has
enabled the newspaper to have more
photographs and more imaginative graphics.
The year 1980-81 was the year the cat got its
cla\ys. Constitutionally FELIX has enjoyed a
degree of independence from the Union.
Although FELIX has never towed the Union
line there have never been such scathing
attacks on Union and College officials or
biting criticism of the manner in which the
Union was run as we had in Steve Marshall's
year as Editor. There were several motions of
censure and no confidence against the FELIX
Editor and a number of College officials
seriously considered taking FELIX to court.
FELIX asserted that year that it definitely
was not an in-house publication. FELIX
f C t W PACKS PUNCH
FMDAY II'.h N O V E M B E R N ° I S 2
4' THE NEWSPAPER OF IMPERIAL COLLEGE UNION
The price went up to 6d for 1969/70, the
first issue being no 272 which marked the
start of another trend for picture covers. This
trend continued until no. 281 (cover: a wall
with a 'FELIX Road' sign) when using both
RCS Broadsheet and Council as a forum the
RSMU President criticised the 'wasted front
page and generally poor quality of the last
issue'.
Free 'n' Topless
The 1970/1 session was uneventful by com
parison; the price dropped to 2'/2d for nos.
299 to 301, editor J Rogers including the first
topless FELIX female in 301. Heexplained in
302 why that and all future FELICES would
be free.
The first sabbatical Editor of FELIX was
Oliver Dowson. He also edited Sennet (now
London Student) at the same time. Visually /
his and the next year's FELIX were boring. /
being tabloid size, printed on a similar qualitv t_
paper and lacking photographs.
always has been and always will be free.
Peter Rodgers
_ Pallab Ghosh
Malice iij Blur?deriaDd A little girl gets lost in a strange land. Lecturers explode and a tea party reveals a group of boring old tarts. Confused? You will be when Alice goes "Adventuring in Blunderland".
It was all on a golden summer afternoon, time drifting by like semi-detached flowers floating downstream.
Alice dozed in Princes Gardens, her U C C A forms heaped in a graceful pile next to the similarly sized heap of cigarette ends, which seemed to shimmer in the glorious sunshine.
Suddenly she awoke, her nicotine stained fingers rubbing at red cobwebbed eyeballs.
"How peculiar," she said. Alice always said things like this, because she was basically a boring old tart.
She lurched dangerously in the general direction of the Southside Bar, garlic breath dispelling a small group of ghastly butterflies that had gathered in the noon day heat.
All at once she saw a mournful looking, heavily jowled old academic sporting sumptuous robes and a coronet, whose lolloping gait and squeeky voice could barely disguise his obvious interest in the little girl. Fascinated, Alice moved forward only to see him draw the Queen's Tower from his breast pocket.
"Oh, no. How will I know when I'm finished. Ready. No time here! No clock!" He disappeared down into Southside Bar.
Intrigued, and not a bit concerned with her personal safety, she decided to follow the did duffer down the stairs. But on entering the threshold she felt herself falling down and round, faster and faster, but getting nowhere.
"Oh my, I wish Tiddles was here," she cried, remembering the Pekinese whose reputation she had personally confirmed not ten minutes earlier. See, a truly boring old tart as I said.
The more she tried to stop herself the faster she fell. "Oh bother—I'll give up," she cried mournfully.
Suddenly she came to a halt in a strange, dingy single room, stained tea cups on the table and Roger Dean posters on every wall.
"How peculiar," she said again, condemning herself with every passing breath. Then she noticed the academic, disappearing into the mid distance through a tiny door marked "Abandon hope all ye who enter"
Being too big to fit through such a tiny door, she did the obvious thing and kicked the wall down. "Let's get on with the plot smart arse," she said, getting her own back on the author.
For that,.she tumbled helplessly into a white patched building, surrounded with statues of imposing academics that were covered in little white patches of their own. Boldly pushing the door aside, she was confronted by a room full of people, all chanting in unison at a man standing in front of a blackboard. "Yes...Yes...Yes...Yes...Yes..."
"Who are you?" screamed the man in a fit ol pique. "Sit down immediately and say after me...yes...yes...yes."
"Yes what?" Alice knew she'd blew it. The man's eyes began to bulge, the pal
pitations of the veins on his forehead
increased, his head expanded to nearly twice its original size and his voice shrilled, "Yes, Yes, YEEESSS!"
"I'm sorry I don't follow," she replied tentatively, cowering from the ballooning head.
The man's complete body exploded, showering the room with a multitude of coloured question marks. The people ignored them and tried to chant for a bit longer, but then fell asleep as there was nothing better to do.
Alice leaned forward and picked up a green question mark. "Yes, what is it?" it barked. "Can I do anything for you? Want to ask me something?"
"How peculiar," Alice said.
"Boring old tart," replied the question mark, who was obviously a mark of considerable good sense. The question mark then destroyed it by indulging its own wildest dream: questioning whether questions exist at all.
"Oh dear," said Alice. "Isn't it time for tea?" A door marked Ooztob swung open in the wall and Alice peered in. A long table strewn with cracked and crumbling crockery, teetering teapots and cobwebbed kettles filled all of the room apart from the empty bits. Three figures sat at one end of the table.
"Anyone for tea?" shrilled a schoolgirlish hare. Or at least Alice thought it was a hare. A goofy bird with fuzzy hair, wearing a large •hat sat next to the timid creature, sporting a large spotted bow tie.
"Why yes please, I'm really fagged out and could do with a nice cuppa." She knew there was something brewing, and it wasn't tea.
"You want tea!" the two screamed not quite in unison. "You can't have tea here!"
"Why not?" Alice was getting used to asking dumb questions by now, so she saw no reason to stop.
"Because that's what everyone wants, of course. We can't have everything we want can we?" said the goofy hatter. "Well we can't even have anything we want. Well, not while I'm in charge."
"Who's in charge?" cried the hare, looking a little apprehensive.
"Hares can't be in charge," said Alice, attempting to appear authoritative for a change. Boring old tart.
"Well I'm not a hare anyway," said the creature, raising an obvious wig to reveal a layer of toasted cheese on the top of head. "You see-Welsh rarebit."
Things were rapidly becoming too silly, even for a dumb broad like Alice. The third figure appeard from beneath the table, belching and slurring in some forgotten tongue "Defoit es non auver on Rog Wake es goen au..."
Alice left. "Wood you believe it, no tea!" She began to realise that she had absolutely no idea just how long she'd been in the place More important, she had no idea where or what the place was.
"How pe " Stopping herself just in time
she corrected herself. "What a piss off!" Through the clouds of white cotton wool that now surrounded her (for no apparent reason) she saw the old academic in the distance standing at an automatic barrier. He bore a ledger in one hand, gripped a quill between his teeth and was muttering to himself.
"Hello," said Alice as she approached him. "What? Oh it's you. Well I'm afriad that's
about all we've got to offer you, apart from these of course." He handed her two pieces of paper. On one was written "Pass. You are now part of the game."
On the other was a rhyme which went Thrummular, thrummular thrilp. Hum lipsible, lipsible lilp, Dim thricken mithrummy, Lumgrumptulous hummy, Stormgurgle, umbrumdular bilp.
Alice was confused—she was still a boring old tart. Clicking the heels of her red plastic sandals together the barrier raised. She stepped forward and began to fall again
Coming back to College to edit a Rag FE L IX
seemed like a bloody st^ pid idea to me. But
what better reason to do i t '
Having sat down for two minutes to think
about the real reasons for producing the
issue I could only come up with two good
ones: firstly, in the tradition of Rag, to be
entertaining and secondly to have a good
time myself.
So how have things changed in the two
years since I left? Flicking through F E L I X it
seems no; much.
J Martin Taylor, the crown prince of boring
old political farts, is still putting himself up for
general derision (God bless you guv'ner).
The Union seems to have its usual share of
wimps and old women (and I'm not referring
to Christine Teller in particular) but who the
'Flabby Pansy' is I just don't know!
Rag Week
One thing that certainly does seem to
have changed over the last few years is Rag.
I remember the time when Rag Week was a
major, well organised event wh ich was
always the highlight of the first term.
Lately, due to a series of poor performan
ces by various Rag C h a i r m e n , student
lethargy has been allowed to gain ground.
It's really pleasing to see that Sean Davis
has tried to halt the decay at last, and a
damn good job he appears to be doing Lo> .
Events still left include: the Monster Boat
Race, 1pm in Beit Quad on Thursday; the
Smoking Concert in the Union Concert Hall
at 7.30pm on Thursday, featuring Ronnie
G o l d e n (a c o m e d i a n of great talent-
remember Buddy Holly in the Young Ones '
Watch out for his Elvis Costello rip-off).
Rounding off proceedings on Friday is
Carnival, traditionally the best event of Rag
• Week when the Union Building is packed
with sweating people watching sweaty
bands and dancing in a sweaty disco. The
Chameleons are supposed to be a pretty
good band and watch out for the marvellous
Atilla the Stockbroker (warning: this may be
a lie).
But what about Morphy Day!!! Ignore
Pallab's mouthings as this event, if practised
in moderation, can be fun. O K , so it goes a
little overboard now and again, but so what!
Morphy Day was normally the date that
fixed Rag Week, so the fact that it may not
happen unt i l next wheneve r is qui te
worrying.
Southside move
But less of this frivolity, the gay dance of IC
life goes on! Lofty decisions are being made
at this very moment in the heights of the
Sherfield Building without your knowledge.
Perched in his tiny, ever diminishing hovel
on the palatial fifth floor, kind hearted John
Smith plots the downfall of IC Union. As
warred several moons ago (cries of hubble
bubble toil and trouble!) great white chief has
put the skids under us all and the first stages
of the Southside move are on!
Little chance of it being completed of
course, in the forseeable future that it is. Still,
who really cares any more? Feddly-da,
fiddley fee.
The Baron Hardup, winner of gorgeous
jowls of the year award for the eighy-third
year running, is still as seemingly invisible as
eve . Previous Rectors appear to have had
real character—you know occasionally
being seen pissed in the Union Bar or playing
football with beer cans down the middle of
Queensgate.
Recession
But those days are over. The recession is
here, we're all clinging to our own little future
and we're not allowed to enjoy ourselves at
all.
Everybody is forced to work hard so they
can then beg for a menial, narrowing job after
a menial , narrowing training at university.
This wasting, anaesthetic depression
runs right through out educational system
and is becoming a habit we can't kick.
Isn't it bad enough that our whole
education system is based on indoctrination
rather than free thought?
I think that the Rector should take the bit ,
between his teeth and lead from the front.
How about donning the dirty mac, picking up
your Woodbines and coming over to see
what a pitiful state most of the intelligent
young people of this country are in?
Besides, it would be real fun to know it he's
not too lost in the clouds to recognise the
limitations being taught to others.
Heavy crap eh? Speak for yourself mate,
you say. Well it looks like that from here, I
can tell you.
So until we meet again remember this:
hard work and social climbing are not
desireable ends in themselves. The only real
achievement is getting to the end of one of my
editorials.
Postscript
It appears that I may be the only former
F E L I X Editor who took Pallab seriously
enough to turn up and do a Rag issue. A h
well...please don't take this as a sign of poor
o r g a n i s a t i o n or l a z i n e s s a m o n g my
colleagues. It's more likely that I'm just
stupider than they are.
Credits
M a n y t h a n k s to P a l l a b for at leas t
attempting to run this idea, Peter Rodgers,
Dave Rowe, Pete the Print and the ever
wonderful Maz Fellowes. M a r k