If you go down to the woods today, your in for a big surprise. Especially if there's a tekno party in full swing. Expect to be fallen upon by a strange crowd of people, many of who simply stare blankly ahead and dribble slightly when you ask them for their names. Even stranger are the hordes of bodies littering the ground. What madness is this? Is there a lurking maniac around each tree and behind every bush fondling a blood soaked knife? Perhaps they've all been up too long and need some well deserved kip, its hard work unloading a few speakers after all. But, no - the party's only just begun, and the shadows have been checked for murderers and are mainly clear.

Suddenly, a gaunt face peers from the gloom, "oo's got my fuckin plate, I'm tryin to cook!" Curious, and peckish, you push through the comatose bodies to the truck and ask for a sandwich, the face stares past you and mumbles something about fuckin off out of his fuckin van.

MADELAINE

by Milton C Sidegrinder.
December 1994

Episode 23.1-

I ran out of time at the shrine by the road.

I wanted to stay and see what the Virgin Mother would do next, because so far I hadn't been able to work out what she was up to. She was either dying or looking for a lost item, wringing her hands and looking all around in an orbit more moving than simple clockwork. I suppose I was waiting for her to either to fall over or to give up looking and read some of the notes that people had left for her. For nearly thirty hours, while the rain sank my boots