Visiting all European countries that are smaller than one square mile in size, reading the work of Leslie Green, and setting up a few more sites. One of which is not ReverendMoonbeam.co.uk

The staff of Only Magazine sadly regret to inform you that we have no idea as to the whereabouts of Chuck Ansbacher, our beloved Editor. Things went weird once we arrived in Palm Springs in April. He mostly kept to himself, taking up residence in the room adjacent to the pool. When we did see him, he was always wearing a white Speedo and Captain’s hat while carrying a plastic owl that we stole from Frank Sinatra’s house around the corner. At least he left us this photo to masturbate to, but it’s not enough. If anyone has any information as to his whereabouts, please contact us.

Totally gonna connect with people on Friendster. So many friends to “ster” with ya know? Catch up, hang out. Obama ’08. Remain Eastside Tennis champion for one more year. Retire.

I’ll be working on Herotica novellas while finessing my tan. When I’m not drinking in the park, I’ll be blogging at AmilNiazi.tumblr.com.

I’m spending this summer back in Vancouver becoming an old lady, learning to do watercolours and to sail in a homemade boat of papier mâchéd coupons and foodstamps with a macramé sail. The sail will feature a moony-eyed Yorkshire terrier leaking a salty tear. I’m only here for one more year (HONEST) so I’m pinching pennies and baby’s cheeks, working on childrens’s books and not getting so drunk (HONEST) so I’ll have enough £££ (HONEST) to move (HONEST!) back to London again (HONEST) next Spring. No, really. An old lady.

Leaving the house. Meeting new people in interesting places. Staying in and being hilarious, alone, or with the internet at cameronr.tumblr.com. Organizing Music Waste and the Victory Square Block Party. Parking bikes. Dry and dirty. Thunderdeath. Soccer Sunday. McLean Park everyday. Increasing my chance of skin cancer. Show off my sweet maple leaf tattoo. Wear some hats. Might take off my shirt a bit. Who knows? Boyz Klub Summer!!! To Vancouver!!!

I’ve rented the duplex at the Surf Motel in Victoria for the entire summer where I’ll be working on my novel about rough sex and constellations. I’ll be posting excerpts to davidlook.tumblr.com along with quips from the prime time entertainment of my amazing existence.
Private to Tina: Have it your way, at Burger King.

Kidnapping, wiener schnitzel and perhaps a couple investigative pieces on interior BC meth operations. Nothing big time, I just want to see what the scene is all about.

Winning. Getting my black jeans browner. In 1 month 855 Pender is…

Chloe turned 19 last April, thus ending her tenure as late night correspondent for Only Magazine. She now tends to the office plants and lives a wonderful life with her husband, and their two Yorkshire Terriers: Fuck, and You. She’ll be assisting us with interviews for her replacement at various high schools in the fall.

Sean used to pick up garbage for us at the Victory Square Block Party. Now he’s running his own magazine called Megaphone! All attempts at finding out what he’s doing this summer proved futile because he won’t even return our phone calls. Oh, how the tables turn.

Meg and Jeph are still living in the burbs, still listening to music, and still discussing it (we just won’t be there to record their every word throughout the summer) but most importantly, they’re still in love.

Jenny Charlesworth will spend her time off drinking shitty beer, worshiping Bison and making beeswax ballerina figurines – generally all those painfully-trendy things kids on main street like to do.