SHIThole*

Oh no, I've just given my identity away on EHA! Today was scorching hot, so Andrew and I spent the afternoon in a darkened room preparing the first edition of SHIThole* magazine. My cousin has fallen ill, overwhelmed by the sight of smog-poisoned trees and the stench of human urine rising from the pavements. Truly earth hath nothing to show more fair than the alleyway round the back of Camden Town Dixons.