ISSUE 38 September 1st 2000
		R O C K ' N ' R O L L . . . Dear oh dear, don’t look now, but it appears that our Britney ain’t the only bit of hot crumpet who’s had a drastic image change this week. Nope, as my exclusive photo shows (before every tabloid in town got their filfy mitts on it) those ‘singing chip shop workers’ the Spice Girls have suddenly gone all ‘Rock N’ Roll’ on us in a desperate attempt to flog yet another album full of pre-pubescent ‘weak as rats piss’ songs. And don’t they look terrible? it’s funny to think that they are actually stood there, thinking they look sexy! when in reality, they look like my ‘bum chums’ Julian, Pablo, Quentin, and Kelvin shortly before the biggest Gay orgy in living history hit the ‘Trowbridge Bikers Third Annual Truck Fest Display’ in 1984. Anyway, forget the leather trousers (and the fact that Mel C looks more and more like Victoria Wood in a bin bag than a leather clad, sex Vixen), the Album took a record 18 months to complete, and I’ve got a horrible feeling most of that time was taken up by Posh trying to sing in tune! BEN