In a time where elbow is arse and arse is elbow, where down, if backed by the right rhetoric, could in fact be up, then what the fuck are we supposed to think about anything anymore?

Call it reactionary. Call it nonsense. Call it assigning further meaning after-the-fact. We just call it Man-Flag Shandy.

It is a world where anything is welcome and the nasty is encouraged. Disgusting real life with all the trimmings; death and depravity, you and me, Tommy from Ground Force, and the voice in our minds that tricks us into thinking we need more spaghetti.

Man-Flag Shandy is a magazine. Making sense of Mansfield. Of the world. And of itself.

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