It's also said that 'ones sense of humour is gauged by one's ability to laugh at one's self'. If this is the case then you need to look no further than the humble fanzine. The infamous "Killie Ken' and latterly 'Paper Roses' regularly had us in stitches before their sad demise with their off beat humour and sly digs before their respective authors moved onto pastures new, and the most recent effort 'Help me make it through the night' did well for a few issues but seems to have disappeared of late. Each of these publications had one thing in common, being independent of the normal restrictions that apply to things like the match programme, everyone was a potential victim, and boy did everyone get it! The beauty of this was that we all got a good laugh and there was no (real) harm done. Some people were held up to ridicule slightly more than others but this was obviously down to how high, or low, a regard the editor had for them and lets face it, why not? They were the editors after all. That said, there was never any malicious stuff written about anybody and the stories features were greeted by most in the good nature that they were intended. If you need any further proof of that just ask Richard Cairns!