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TRUE
FAITH - ISSUE 65
 Apologies for the delay in getting tf issue 65 outbut we thought all things considered it was better to wait a couple of weeks, get the whole season wrapped up and put this issue out as a summer special extravaganza - so that's what we've done.
We've stuck in a few extra pages to bring our a 72-page full colour job but alas, people need paying and so we've had to clag on another spanner so we're punting this for £3. Incidentally, I paid £2:60 for a bad bottle of bud at the weekend so, I'm hoping you agree a largely advert free platter of B&W related schmutter still represents good value. There'll still be some tight get we spot reading the fucker in instalments in Smiths on his lunch-breaks, like. Surely, we're allowed to tazer those bastards! Howay, its only fucking fair!
Anyway. Every game covered from Birmingham (a) to Everton (a), extended spiel on the derby shenanigans on and off the park, a full and excellent review of the season, every possible angle covered on the politics at NUFC this season, the usual bit slaughtering the football press and fair play to him George Caulkin of The Times for putting the press-boys side of the story (though George has no case to answer being good at his job), there is an interview with our ex-gaffer, Sir Bobby Robson, an assessment of how we should do business this summer, who should be pedalled, the verdict on who has done well on Level 7 this season and who have made arseholes of themselves, loads about Keegan and of course the regulars you keeping come back for - An outstanding slice of nostalgia in Look Back In Anger from the 62/63 season, a bruised look in the first instalment of more old arse reminiscing of the brutalities of Newcastle nightclubs, some canny reviews of sweet music in the Drums & Wires pages, the day-day nonsense of NUFC via the Thru Black & White Eyes diary and Blue Star's game with supporters rebel club, FC United and what we made of it all. And an absolutely mint poster from the genius hand of tf's own Peter Saville, yon Ashcroft esq. Rumours, Half Truths & Lies, The End, rare moments of clarity, cry-arseing about what SKY-SETANTA are doing fucking about with fixtures and basically loads more shite about The Mags. Some of us get allowed out of the country and the Geordies Here, Geordies There section includes a fixture over in Portugal involving Vitoria Setubal which will strike a chord with Mags of a certain vintage - well the ones not eating their dinners through a straw with the telly switched up to the same volume as concorde taking off. Our resident Three Lions wallah, top chap, Ted Edwards managed to get to Paris for the recent England game and you can read his pissed ramblings and look at his canny photos in this issue as well.
Without question, this latest tf will provide you with a great excuse not to have to talk to your lass/lad/bairns/the fat cuntwith the Boro top on, on holiday, is brilliant for reading steeping in the bath, or having a shite or stretched out on the sofa scratchingh your arse and picking your nose (don't fucking well pretend to me you don't) when you are stuck in the kennel when your lass/lad is a way out getting pissed off their lugs with their mates. The A5 fold it up stick it in your back poke format is ideal for getting out on the rattler so you haven't got to talk to the mad bastard opposite with the purple teeth. Requires no plugs.
We sell it on subscription as well so there really is no excuse and we are hoping we can tap into a sense of residual guilt (ha-ha-ha-sob) amongst the freeloading scum who come onto this site for mildly entertaining diversions every fucking day of their slacker lives but can't tip up a few coppers for a cock-on publication, you won't regret buying. We like them really.
Subs details at ; http://www.true-faith.co.uk/html/Subscriptions.htm
It'll be in The Backpage on Friday lunchtime - probably from around 1pm(ish) and our wallahs who get it in the shops as quick as they possibly can will be flying around Tyneside dropping tonnes (well, they might) of the fuckers off in various newsagents of the sunlit uplands of Tyneside for your casual perusal.
Buy it. Buy it now or the guinea pig gets it.
Keep On, Keepin' On ....
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