So here I am minding my own business, thinking how nice it would be to fly
free from this cage for just a couple of seconds, or maybe take a holiday
now and then on some rodent-filled island, when I'm told I have to write another
introduction. This time it's about the Zzap! staff. What can I say about those
jovial joystick jugglers from years gone by? Those roister-doistering writers,
those terrific tipsters, those wielders of wit and wisdom? Frankly, nothing
good, so I won't spin out this bullshit any further. You know the score: left-click
to yada, and right-click to yada yada yada. And don't touch my throat or the
consequences will be dire for you and your'n for many generations to come.
Probably. And don't ask me what that cuddly toy Jaz is holding is called.
It's either Egbert or Tracy, or something else entirely, and to be honest
I no longer care. But please, if someone has a better picture of Stuart Wynne
than the one below, even if it's one that you've scanned in from an old issue,
send it to El Fatto
.
He'll probably ignore you, if he's in a mood, which he is most of the time
these days, despite my charming company, but then again he might just put
it online. What do I know? I'm just a minion who could blow a better website
than this out of his arse.