This vintage Viz letterbox on motorist speeding just reminded me of why I used to love reading Viz, a British comic magazine.
I discovered it when at University, when a Geordie friend Morganus showed me it where it originated in Newcastle.
I remember reading an older copy while riding a bus in Leeds. I was laughing so hard, I was crying. The other passengers were looking at me bemused but giving me a wide berth. Afterall, why was someone laughing so hard over a comic.
See viz.uk.co.uk for more. From their about page:
Viz has been gracing British newsagents’ shelves since 1979. Its irreverent mix of bad language, childish cartoons and sharp satire has seen its creators hauled over the coals by the United Nations, questioned by Scotland Yard’s anti-terrorist branch and exhibited in the Tate Gallery. Viz’s comic characters, such as the Fat Slags, Sid the Sexist, and Roger Mellie the foul-mouthed Man on the Telly, as well as its hugely popular Top Tips and Profanisaurus sections, are firmly established as national institutions, just like Broadmoor Hospital for the Criminally Insane.
Dahlings, French maybe the language of love butt those Frenchies are ‘ow do I say it, sex maniacs.
In the Place Vendome in Paris, US artist Paul McCarthy has put up a 24ft inflatable green Christmas tree. It is simply titled “Tree”.
Except it looks like a thingy.
You know a thingy that you insert in your uhm.. Let me start again, it is a thingy you use to expand your uhm horizons.
Oh sacre bleu. I ave’ad enough of zis: I’m not going to give this a free plug.
Ciao for now, Cleo.