A few months back we had a topic about magazines you used to read. I waxed nostalgic over “Psychotronic Video”, a great guide to Grade B and under films, which I hadn’t seen in the magazine racks for years.
About two weeks ago I made a trip down to South Street, in Philadelphia. Hadn’t been there for years (long story), but my wife and I had the urge to pick up a cheesesteak. Anyway, we popped into Tower Books, with its giant collection of periodicals–and there it was! Looks like they’ve become even more irregular in their publication date. They no longer refer to issues as “Winter” or “Summer”, just number.
Doesn’t matter to me; now I know how I can get my fix for info on obscure B actors and crappy flicks! Hoo hah!
It’s my duty; my duty as a complete and utter bastard.–Arnold J. Rimmer.