Target 168: Arrival

Target 168: Eurovision 2009 - The stash

Look what came in the post yesterday, all packed into a white-and-pink-stripey paper bag like the one the nice lady from the newsagent would put your Dear Grandma card in. The cream of the Target 168: Eurovision 2009 zine crop. Which is to say: all of them.

I’ve delved a bit, had a bit of a read of some of them and I gotta say me likey. Lots of them are wee and brief, both in dimensions and pagecount, and that fact is reassuring to me in terms of my own approach, as is the apparent choice that many other particpants made to go the wikipedia route when confronted with a country they knew little about.

I’m thinking about posting some 168-word reviews of some of my favourites over the next couple of weeks, so stay tuned.

If you’ve got a bit of a Eurovision zine itch that needs some scratching, the folks at Sticky have all 39-or-thereabouts Target 168: Eurovision 2009 zines in stock at the moment, available in the store, and rumour has it they’ll also be available in the soon-to-be-launched mail order service.

The Institute have just released their latest Sporadic Correspondence, and I’d like to close with the nicest thing I’ve heard all day, taken right from their overview of the whole Target 168 Shebang:

Everyone felt terribly guilty and thought their zines were shit, but everyone’s zine was GREAT

And that’s real.

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