Hand Made. The department where we rub it in the face of all the people who were either born without hands or lost them in an accident. Imagine, if you will, poor Billy No-hands turning the pages of this magazine with his feet or headband wand thingy. He comes to this page. ‘Yeah, knock yourselves out,’ he grumbles. ‘Knock yourselves out, you hand-having, tangible-world-manipulating, prawn cracker bitch-men bastards.’ Wow, is he angry. Dave Allee ain’t angry though! He’s got hands! And he does stuff with them all the time. Yay!