Okay Goldsmiths, that’s us finished for the year, no more [smiths], at least for the next five months. It’s been a wild ride and we hope you learn to live without us. If you can’t live without our six weekly splurges of superlative joy, and this probably applies to most of you, then we recommend spreading our pages on your bed and sleeping on us. If this doesn’t work, don’t despair. When you’re in the bathroom and you feel a fluttering presence behind you, it’s [smiths], watching over you. When you look up into the sky, there we are, right next to the penis-shaped cloud. We’re the fire in your lovers’ eyes, we’re that feeling of triumph as you push that massive poo out, we’re the yelp of that dog you love so much, the rush of blood to your head as the coffee kicks in, the freshly washed sheets as you lay your head down after a hard day of unemployment – and finally, whenever you open another magazine, we’re that sigh you just gave, grieving in the knowledge that you’ll never again read anything (in magazine format) as entertaining as [smiths]. And that’s because we’re [smiths], and we love you.
Check out the latest issue (77) in our glorious digital format below!