SoZ Satire was formed from bits of plastic and some string during the long hot summer of 1888 in Whitechapel East London. In those days, our writers used to roam the streets wearing long cloaks and top hats, murdering and mutilating ladies of the night on an almost weekly basis.
However, we’ve calmed down a bit now and just write satire for the most part. Having said that, we do nip out for a relaxing bout of mutilating if it’s a bank holiday or The Queen’s birthday.
We’re all Londoners, we’re all partial to a glass or two of something warming, and hopefully we’re all quite funny.However, we’ll leave you to be the judge of that dear readers.
We have also recently been voted “The Erotica-Loving Taxi Driver’s Softcore Grumble Mag Of Choice” So check us out and see what all the fuss is about why doncha?
All the best from Team SoZ 🙂