ISLANDERS ISSUE WAS GREAT
Vice,

I was just reading Volume 4, Number 1 of Vice and I just wanted to let you know that I found it really interesting. I do indeed mean interesting in a good way, it was one of the most informative pieces I have read in a long time. The coverage of several age groups and their view of the world coming from a secluded area close to all the modern hustle and bustle was something I have never seen before. This was why I felt motivated to tell you how much I appreciated it.

Wishing you the best of luck with this magazine.

JON EDGELL
Via email


Vice,

Top issue this month. It had better articles than the US version and the photos were super. You guys should really do your own thing every month. You’ve had enough of the New York Canadian hipster perspective. It’s time to talk about secession.

FAITH
Bristol


ISLANDERS ISSUE WAS TERRIBLE
Hello Vice.

OK, for starters, what the hell is going on in the office?

Have you had a “Bring your loser friend into work” day and then give them your job so that they can make our magazine into love they neighbour, have tea with your grandparents, little fluffy dogs, politically correct, look up your ancestry on the net, get to work early, leave work late, listen to James Blunt rubbish.

Oh, how much you suck. Let me tell you the ways.

For one: Those subtle little fascist comments you put into the mag I.e. “Smoking is bad for you”. Who the hell do you think you are. If I want to know about my health I’ll ask why Doctor while im faking a migraine so’s I can get some smack to feed the monkey that lives on my back.

For two: Do you think that you will entice people to an island all the way in the middle of bum hole of the universe with a bunch of pussy journalists who just got out of college and think they are anarchists because they right for a magazine that is in all the cool shops and uses the F word and talks about drugs, running around making friends with all the locals. You should have gone there, dragged some coked up D-listers there had a party, got kicked out. The place would get blessed by the queen after that.

For three: You suck, in case you forgot.

For four: If someone comes up to you in a bar and racially slanders your friends. You don’t try to be polite. You pick up your bar stool and bring it down on the back of his head.

For five: Get some real journos.

For six, seven, eight, nine and ten: You probably aren’t the kind of people who like swear words or strange music or drugs be we are. I mean we, the reading public who all collectively wiped our arse with your magazine. Don’t try to change it we like it and we do not like you. Who ever you are.

MICK WATERS
Via email

Wow. You are literally the biggest idiot to ever write in to this magazine. And there have been quite a fucking few.


CHARITY SHOPS
Vice,

Once I took a bag of old soft toys to a charity shop, the old lady working there called me back as I was leaving to tell me that they can no longer accept golliwogs (like the one you featured in your Islanders issue) and gave me back the three that were in the bag.

Apparently a jam company I can’t remember the name of stopped using them as their logo so she told me it was no longer legal to sell them.

Just looking at eBay and I can now get at least a tenner each for them and to think I was going to let Oxfam get a hold of them.

EWAN
Via viceland.com


NOMENCLATURE
Hey Vice,

Why is there always a reference to Cody Critcheloe in your magazine? Is it some kind of joke? Do you even know if he reads it?

SHAYNA FREEMAN
Via email

Sorry, but we can’t get over that fucking name. Can you?


SNACKING FOR PALESTINE
Vice,

Here are some kind of crisps from Egypt that my professor showed us in class today. It’s Yasser Arafat, and the crisps donate to a Palestinian cause. I don’t know what the Arabic writing says.

ANDREW FIELDS
Via email


DOWN AND OUT IN PARIS
Vice,

Well here I am living in Paris. The tramp that lives on the corner of my street doesn’t just have his spot that includes a hot grate and boulangerie but it also includes a tent. This guy’s pitched up on the corner of rue xx and rue yy in a one-man tent. You know it’s his spot ‘cos his rottweiler tells you so and you know it’s his tent ‘cos the guys like in it. Plus there’s a stamp on the tent that says the social services or something gave it to him. Not bad. When you walk past he growls, he commands his rottweiler to attack any of the pretty dogs that prance past and under the cover of darkness he takes the huge shits that his huge rottweiler does and places them bang in the centre of people’s doorways. Why? So that every morning when unsuspecting people leave their houses to go to work they place their nicely cleaned shoes in a nicely clean, freshly laid steaming dog poo. Cut to the tent and you can see the tramp and his dog peeking out the zip of the door and they’re laughing their heads off, high fiving and stuff. I once took him a hot chocolate and he told me to fuck off. Just because he’s homeless doesn’t mean he has to be nice. I hear you monsieur. Anyway, next time you’re in town drop by and pay him a visit, he’ll tell you to fuck off and set his dog on you but that’s just his way. He ain’t as pretty as the Mona Lisa but he’s definitely one of the sights. Bien cordialement.

SARAH HAY
Paris