Sheep magazine archive 1: issues 3-9

She worked at a cash and carry, where, once a month, she and
her fellow workers could purchase the unsellable tins at a cut price.
Generally you could tell what the contents were by giving the tins a
shake, but occasionally what looked like a tin of beans turned out to
be peaches. I think this accounted for most of Dads bizarre culinary
experiments he knocked up and tested on us while he was out of work.
It was all so easy then, I was a prince in my neighbourhood, a criminal
mastermind, a leader of men, a wooer of women, entrepreneur and
provider. Every moment was an adventure, even opening a tin can.
When did it all change?
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