I am a Great Big Name.
At least, I am until our absentee fanlord returns from the States. This time, the egoboo should all be aimed in my direction. Let's not have any more reviews about 'Walt Willis's new fanzine' or 'WAW does it again.' Poo on Willis. Apart from cutting half the stencils and getting James to illo them, telling me where to get the paper, fixing up the contributions, arranging for me to borrow Ken Bulmer's NIRVANA duplicator, typing out 8 pages of 'How To Do It' (duping), and 13 pages of 'How Not To Do It' (duping again), Willis had nothing whatsoever to do with thish.
Of course, I didn't actually do it ALL by myself. Come to think of it, I didn't even do most of it. Vince Clarke came out of hibernation to be appointed stencil-cutter, mimeo-cranker, space-filler and chief shoulder for crying onto. And Bob Shaw spent hours on the cover, headings, interiorillo's and the 'Glass Bushel'. Even Yngvi White sent in encouraging Little notes like "Tell CH I don't hate him --- only his guts", and similar stuff that we're saving for the POOR white TRASH DEPT. in our next issue.
Everything else I did. When supervision was needed I was right in there pitching. At slip-sheeting I have no equal. At stamp-licking and addressing I am par excellence.
I did it all.
Remember, there are two 'R's in Harris. Let's get the name spelt right just this once.
(data entered by Judy Bemis)