Tragically, the original webhost, located in a concrete bunker in the home counties, was bombed with a bunker buster sometime last year. We suspect the Marilliban... However, given the enduring fond memories people (well
, some people) have of the Glitzy Cape, and the fact that we were inordinately proud of some of the better stories and gags (ego and prog mixing together... now there's a novelty), we decided to brave the remnants of said cluster bomb and harvest/blog some of the best bits. Over time (a long time - there were about 10 issues in all of the zine), we'll get most of it up (some is gone for good, sadly, such as the inaugural Fat Man of Prog column, which celebrated Steve Rothery having raised to greatness solely on a diet of fishfingers). And we'll add some more, in time, if the mood takes. But recycling old cack continuously... that's also rather prog, isn't it?!
Handstands,
Walmers