Our hero Tim is 18, lost, off to University this year, and has culture slut tattooed just above his bum. And that’s just what you find out in the introduction. In the new Music Section, we find out his unfortunate enthusiasm for the Verve (snore) amongst his band news tid-bits. But then things start slipping a bit with four (yipes!) pages of poetry that varies wildly, though a few have good kick. However, the last 5 pages, left a bad taste, copied off the edge of the page, and thus wholly annoying and unreadable. A personal zine that’s, well, personal. What did you expect? (HC)