The content of Foulweather #4 is complete. Layout is on the horizon. Poems and photos. Properly printed again but with bonus 'online version' and bonus bonus budget fucked up and photocopied version, perhaps. Youth, death, the sideways attack. Same Old Shit. But better. Cymru to America via Dilmun.
The Frontside Rock and Roll Review never came off and probably never will as my skateboarding team is now mostly dead. But I'll keep some skateboarding photos up at that link for the fun of it.