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Editors :
• E. NAYSTINGS
• TEE KNEE BLING

SCOOP!
This magazine has secured exclusive printing rights on the diary of
Lihas Tingsovich, the English-speaking Slobbovian intellectual, who recently
defected from his country to the West. Here we have printed a typical
extract to bring you just a glimpse of its sensational . . . implications.

JULY ELEVENTEENTH, NINETEEN SCRIMSON SCRANGE - -
A muted murmur is heard throughout the ancient building, standing starkly
in the desolate, windswept wastes. The man who raises his voice here is
surely demented. CLANG . . . CLANG. The strident clangour is harsh
on the ears of the apathetic listeners. Wearily, they shuffle into their positions,
dejection written on every face. The area is filled with a milling,
shoving mass, then is still.
Pity those who are late. The vicious P.R.E’s. (Secret Police), the
worst elements of their own kind, appointed by the fanatical ruling clique.
take their toll. One soul is apprehended, .032 seconds from safety, doomed
to suspension from the highest skyhook. Such are the sadistic disciplinary
measures of the establishment.
A fearful tremor runs through the assembled multitudes, as the
commandant, a maniacal leer distorting his countenance, approaches. Lurking-
in the background is his cadaverous 2i/c. After the preliminary propaganda,
in which the gathering is informed that a certain favoured member of the
P.R.E’s. has been included in no less than two (2) eye gouging and barbed
wire hurdling teams, the amplifying device is handed over.

Hero of the masses, Perci Valovich, is seen to shudder in apprehension.
What will he the subject of today’s harangue ? Will it be males with
bootlaces tied in reef knots instead of grannies, or females wearing the
illegal green and purpled stripes in eitherloff attire? It is heard in sullen
silence. Suddenly a rash, mocking voice issues from the throng. Four
P.R.E’s. rush in, and drag away a kicking struggling body.
Then mercifully it is finished. Orders are given the crowd turns and
wanders lifelessly into the forbidding building, more like zombies than
human beings. Sneering faces filled with hate herd them into dingy rooms
for another day of wracking, torturing work in this, the most horrible of all
forced labour camps, at WINNUMSKI HI-SKULE, on the outskirts of
Brisbansk.