It's difficult to know where to start really. The cover has got some real gems. Check it out.
'Fag-butt torture'?! Brilliant. There's just something really catchy about that. The main problem with this title, though, is not its catchy tag line but the fact that, when you read the story, there's not a fag butt in sight! They obviously edited that bit out but forgot to tell whoever was getting the front cover ready. There is literally no mention of fag butts in the story. None. And yet the front cover promised me some fag butts! Disappointing. I very rarely read a story unless it contains some fag butts.
Ah. Now this is a good one. When looking for my favourite magazine on the shelf, I spotted this funny, oddly proportioned face and something about cement and knew I'd found Chat. O, the perils of using a dodgy unqualified plastic surgeon.
I love how the inference here is that she arrived in Florida, in the airport or whatever, and she got off the plane, passport in hand, to have a lovely beach holiday. But when she got to passport control they recoiled in horror at her weight, disgusted by the thought of her on their beaches, flaunting her overweight body for all to see and psychologically damaging children for life.
"Too fat for Florida". That's what I thought I was going to read. Those Floridians can be harsh, I thought to myself. Poor woman, being told she can't come in because of her weight.
And then I read the story, which really should have been titled, "I Couldn't Fasten My Seatbelt On A Ride In Florida And A Man Had To Help Me." Yeh. That was all. Of course that was all. She just couldn't fasten her seatbelt on a ride.
At first I didn't know whether the two things were connected - "Turn your hero into Lego" and "Win a life size statue of your child." It turns out they are, implying that one's hero is their child. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with that as such, but your average six year old is unlikely to have achieved the things an adult of fifty probably has. I mean they're barely getting to grips with their times tables. They're still punching their friends in the playground to settle disputes. And giggling at the word 'boobs'. Personally, my hero, a man called Clive Stafford Smith, has got a lot more going for him than any child I know.
And yet, I am invited by Chat to turn my hero (my child) into a life sized Lego statue. I mean, really? Really?
Surely by the time you've built it, it's no longer life sized because children grow quickly? And why, why on earth would I want a Lego statue of my child. I already have my actual child. I don't need a Lego body double.
Check out the Lego family! Now imagine it just chilling in your front room. After the initial novelty of having a Lego family watching TV with you, I imagine it'd be a right pain. And a bit scary if you went downstairs for a glass of water in the night.
Wow, guys. That was just the front cover! I'm going to stop there and let you digest everything that's been discussed today. Tomorrow we'll delve inside the magazine to find what treats await us there!
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