full of the most politically incorrect jokes the organisers think they can get away with.

When I edited such a Rag Mag, I included a ditty which was a personal favourite at the time:

A mathematician named Hall
Had a hexahedronical ball:
The square of its weight
Times his pecker plus eight
Was four fifths of five eighths of fuck-all!

The college principal called me in to his grand office, and we had an earnest and wide-ranging discussion which covered, amongst other topics, responsibility, appropriateness of language, the relationship of language and fascism, and the ascent of 20c. mankind.... Since he was resolute in his antagonism to having the good ancient word fuck printed on college authority, and I was equally resolute (in a manner he found clearly, er, surprising!) that the alternative was to scrap the whole production and explain why in my scheduled radio broadcast the next day, we needed a practical compromise. It ended up with the absurdly funny debate about exactly how many letters would be removed from the word and replaced by asterisks. I beat him down to one. I still like the bluntness of the word and remember the silly limerick to this day even though I have forgotten much of greater value... tsk! Oh, well, at least Age Concern got their £2,000