Jonathan Nash

Subs Letter deadlines were more or less set at random, bearing no relation at all to the latest date the papery rascals needed to be with the printers to be sure of ending up in the correct issue.

(For example, a cursory investigation revealed the first or second one I did sat in a drawer somewhere for ten days.)

This was a bit tragic for me.

I was therefore delighted to find that AMIGA POWER's Production bod was Janet, Queen Of Subs Letters. Employing strategies deeper than a famous bass and genuinely being interested in producing the best Subs Letter possible as opposed to just getting it out of the door and, for instance, making her life easier, she'd conjure anything up to fourteen extra days from her special hat, then make the printers send back samples straight away, instead of their pausing to renovate an attic as usually happened.

Any of the five or six subscribers who thus enjoyed the adventures of Ming and Clive, The Sinister Blueness and Hamble, and who searched diligently for the secret messages, owe a debt to The Machiavelli With A Model. (Of a bird on her desk.)

Janet. I salute you.