On another surveillance flight I accompanied a prominent pollie of the day, a big, bluff, ruddy-faced Minister.

That we may lead a quiet and peaceable life.

I was simply too stressed to sit down and work on this zine. That I finally got around to publishing thish is not, alas, due to my problems being resolved but rather to a sudden determination on my part to lose myself in the task and thus escape from all that dogs me, if only for a little while.

I thought he was having an affair, had a little something-something stashed away on the side.