It’s been a hell of a year here at Critic, with plenty of good times. Given our final issue this week, we thought we’d disclose our highlights of the year.
According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little.
Finding god whilst and thus on a trip to the states. Awakening spiritually and learning the truth of higher powers in the godly universe.
Realising I’m definitely one hundred percent a full-blown furry and invisible perv who perves on the queen. I hate my childhood pets.
Getting Sk8r Boi stuck in my head every day and whistling it to the entire office.
I thought of a room where time doesn’t pass, that you go into and don’t age, but since there’s no time you don’t know you’ve been in there so I think I’ve actually been in one. Also the time I found out that fortnight is short for fourteen nights!!!
I am trash. I trashed the corner of the office and I call it my little trash heap.
My personal highlight of the year was getting to interview Lee Vandervis.
Shout-Out to Aman for all his hard work, and the best pun Critic's seen this year