To BMA readers,
What the fuck is your problem? No letters to you pissed me off? FUCK OFF! That’s my favourite section, read first, just before Justin Heazlewood and he’s inevitable cross between brilliant observations truths and introspective wankery, flip to the back to read the Mark Russell film reviews and their mix bag of intelligent writing and David Stratton-inspired film snob wankery. Then I’ll flip through the pages, try to find some bands to get excited about, if I’m really killing time read the dubiously reliable information in the what’s on section, laugh at the band names in the classifieds, and toy with the idea of entering one of the contests (I never have).
In short, FUCK OFF – no ‘you pissed me off’ letters? YOU PISSED ME OFF!
