The Incider’s Y’Know Special Edition!

Yes, it’s your monthly chance to add to your kudos, street cred and chances of pulling a classy lover with a huge bank balance and impeccable taste by winning an exclusive Incider T-Shirt.

As part of this month’s tribute issue in honour of our quietly-spoken Welsh frontman with a penchant for assuming everyone else already knows what he is about to say, we are running a special competition in place of our usual one. So to stand a chance of winning the ultimate in catwalk chic, all you have to do is count up the total number of times we have sneaked his catchphrase “y’know” into various parts of this month’s edition. You’ll find them scattered annoyingly throughout the edition. The nearest guess wins, and if more than one of you get it right we’ll pick the winner out of a Christian Roberts-style tea cosy hat.

Even though he can barely count, the Editor’s decision is final, y’know (yes, that one counts too!). We’ll announce the winner and the correct total in the next edition once we’ve finished counting.

There’s no question whose chimney Santa will be belatedly climbing down this month. Barry T – a.k.a. Cider Gliders – sent in not one but TWO quality cartoons worthy of an Incider T-shirt. As a result, we are sending him not two but ONE prestigious item of clothing. Thanks for the effort, Barry. You made us laugh almost as much as that Evening Post front page headline proclaiming the Gas “Rock Bottom”. Almost, but not quite, obviously.

Even though there’s no T-shirt on offer for the best contribution this month, please keep them coming in. It’s your letters, captions and other contributions that make The Incider what it is – an online fanzine by fans for fans. There have been a few stonkers sent in by readers in the past few months. So if you enjoy reading it, please take the time to join in. Send your contributions to editor@theincider.com and your letters to letters@theincider.com. We’ll even run your them through spellcheck for you to spare any blushes. We can’t say fairer than that, can we? Grovelling over.