Depending on your politics, either a searing critique of the treatment of the unemployed underclass or a load of moaning from a dole bludger.
Our globe-trotting heroine finds herself back in the town known globally as the cement capital of the midlands. Never mind, on the way back she visited some flash places, headbutted a tree and was bored shitless in the Pacific.
We heard the rumour of $99 - and we thought, blimey, we’ll take three - but it’s not turned out that way…
It’s been my birthday, and I’ve had no shit presents. It’s a miracle or something. Plus I’ve taken some pictures of what appears to be an Atomic Kitten’s pants. Hmm.
paper-jam’s London correspondent Helen meets an odious man named Julian, who she hates so much you could power a medium-sized market town off the strength of her hatred.
Not really as controversial as the title may lead you to believe
Stop the madness, save the kids, surely the NSPCC should do something about this.
Are you American? Can you be sure? Take this test leaked from the Pentagon to be sure of your national identity…