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Tequila + own goals = an unhappy OTP Debate: Can you be rascist to a Cornishman? Features Delving around your nether regions Interviews: Willy squared Travel: Baulk like an Egyptian Gay:(Adopts Johnny Vegas voice) “Monkey” Fashion: “Is it cos I iz a model?” Music: New Order-nary? Digital: Tiny, little games-machines Books: Ph’WAR, what a great book Arts: Boldly go where no theatre has gone Film: More boys than an Eton open-day Food: A bit of Norwegian nationalism Blind Date: Valentine’s gifts in Hindi Sport: Defending those bloody foreigners Bastian Springs: Licking the loins of pop
Executive editor Gary Andrews Quench editor James Anthony Deputy editors Will Dean, Perri Lewis Assistant to editor Elaine morgan Arts Debbie Green, Natalie Slater Blind Date Lisa O’Brien Books Kerry-Lynne Doyle Columnists John Stanton, Bastian Springs Cult Classics Catherine Gee Debate Bethany Whiteside Digital Simeon Rosser-Trokas Fashion Perri Lewis Features Emma Langley, Hannah Perry Film Craig Driver, Alan Woolley, Catherine Gee Food Mari Ropstad Gay Ian Loynd Going Out Dave Adams Interviews Will Dean, Xandria Horton Mr Chuffy Himself Music Sam Coare, Jon Davies One Trick Pony Geordie Chris, Chris “Astro” Bowden Photography Luke Pavey, Adam Gasson Travel Sarah Cummins, Laura Tovey Contributors John Tuscany, Yan Wu, Ellie Power, Richard Lilly, Robert Sharples, Ali Gratton, Clare Nester, Charlotte Howells, Anita Bhagwandas, James Woodroof, David Sutheran, Jadine Wringe, Nik Thakkar, Gage Falsht, David Ford, Katie Brunt, Will Shmit, Dave Jennings, Gareth Paisey, Tom Scott, Adam Walton, Peter Brown, Elgan Iowerth, Mike Hyde, James Perou, Colm Loughlin, Alex Burton, Adam Wilkinson, Sam Mills, Caleb Woodridge, Bren Coopey, Ailsa Chalk, Alexandra Fry, Ewen Hosie, Natalia Kekic, Matthew Turtle, James Deshays, Leah Hefferman, Leanne Wilcox, Stephen H. Crofts Photographers and illustrators James Perou, Gemma Green, Jim Sefton Proof readers Chris White, Ailsa Chalk, Alys Southwood Cover design Will Talmage Thoughts of the week: What a stonking issue; Quench Editor AWOL - suspected dead; ding-dong - it’s Ramones o’clock; Willy - “I do like a good tidy”; Perri - “This is utter gash”.
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QED When I was little, I watched a Guns N Roses concert. Axl Rose wore a t-shirt that read - ‘Kill Your Idols’. I’ve come to believe this is an unnecessary imperative, since my idols keep killing themselves. Specifically, they keep shooting themselves in the head. From the instant I laid eyes (and ears) on him, I was in love with Kurt Cobain. As a socially inept child, I felt a kindred spirit giving voice to the fact that I didn’t really like life, or other people. More often than not, the feeling appeared to be mutual, reinforcing negative thought patterns and behaviour. Two years into my fandom, long enough for it to be verging on the obsessive, Kurt Cobain shot himself at his Seattle home. His suicide was announced to the world on April 8, 1994. My fourteenth birthday. Cue violent shove into obsessive. The feelings which followed have been described by everyone when referring to grumpy teenagers and/or Kurt’s condition as “angst”. Grunge even made this malaise ‘cool’ for a while, and made Nirvana a tired cliché. My GP likes to call the condition “bipolar disorder”, but then, Doctors like putting things in clearly marked boxes with funny labels. It took a while to find another idol, not so much to replace Kurt, but perhaps stand beside him as someone a little less self-destructive. After studying media and journalism for a while, Gonzo journalism, and its creator, Hunter S. Thompson were discovered. Not wanting to do things by halves, this was just what was needed to turn another fandom into an obsession. My journalism fixation was barrelling along rather nicely, until Hunter administered his own ‘final solution’ on February 20 2005. Fuck poncey dedications - This modest publication is ne’er fit to be uttered in the same breath as the canons of the people listed above. And fuck anyone who believes that someone who decided to take his own life is an unfit role-model. Teenage angst has paid off well / Now I’m bored and old.