Yesterday, through driving snow and toe-biting cold, a noble representative of Clod appeared unperturbed at our shop's door, carrying with him 5 copies of the latest issue of this humble gazette.
The unassuming citadel of Luton's answer to, well, everything else that exists in our damp, grey, offensively un-Spring-like universe.
This is issue number twenty four. When he told me, upon my asking, that the zine has been running for 25 years, I naturally assumed it was an annual thing 'Yes - well no, we had a 10 year break.' he replied.
To give you a flavour of the contents - which at their most topical provide a Clodian take on the Horse meat scandal (only one month since it arose, as close as the book shop will ever get to being a source of breaking news!) - we have the Clodian take on Country versus Town living, keeping the mystery alive in a long-term relationship, and the next instalment in an ongoing list of 100 things to do before you die which includes moving a wardrobe upstairs and eating a dessert spoon full of salt.
Just as Willow's The Flood is the archetype artist's book, Clod is the archetype Zine. Lo-fi, cut and pasted, cheaply printed, cheaply sold and packing a counter-cultural wallop. It is also defiantly unpretentious and made me laugh out loud at least a half a dozen times.
Look out for their upcoming silver anniversary edition with a highly unusual cover that as Artist's Books Correspondent only I and perhaps their next of kin are privy too. Sorry, Scout's Honour.
Clod Issue 24 costs one guinea or £1.05 whichever you have to hand, and is available in the Bookartbookshop now.
- Jon Lander