Ah yes! Someone wrote of Mad magazine. It brings back such wonderful memories for me. Not that I ever read that rubbish, but when I was a mere Sergeant, my son, Little Private we called him, would spend his pocket money on purchasing Mad. It seemed to amuse him.
Every couple of weeks, on a Saturday morning, we would walk to the newsagents where I would purchase the latest issue of Battlefields Monthly, The Numismatist or such, and he would peruse the shelves for any new releases of Mad. If there were none, he would purchase a Cracked magazine instead. Although he enjoyed it well enough, he felt it didn't satisfy the way Mad did.
On a few rare occasions, when neither was available he might find a Sick or a Crazy to take home.
He never did join the Army, as I had hoped. Instead he undertook a PhD in Food Technology, and submitted a final Thesis on the creation of flavoured carbonated soft drinks.
He seems to be doing well in that particular industry.
But last night while talking to him on the phone, I mentioned these Mad magazines on this particular forum, and the memories I had of our trips to the newsagents. He became quite excited, and said, "Mad, Cracked, Sick, Crazy."
I said, "Yes, they're a little odd, I agree. They're Beatle collectors after all!"
He laughed, and said "Not them," then sent me a large file, and asked me to share them with you.
- Mad (1-550): hxxps://mega.nz/folder/En4wyJ6B#EIS1vPNBDxmnBG8IX7Of7A
- Cracked: hxxps://mega.nz/folder/FiB0nQJB#A4dFnAE-1SqZomv3T31-Ng
- Sick: hxxps://mega.nz/folder/h35gzKwB#wLPCFYqyXFDLxBq5mGNcgQ
- Crazy: hxxps://mega.nz/folder/564RxLKQ#QB30HRzxKUB4UmIdSn2kyw
All utter rubbish and nonsense, I tell you.
GP