In 1991 I was editor and main writer of a terrible magazine called Star. Or perhaps Star! Anyway, this is a layout page with various copy edits, apparently printed out exactly 32 years ago. Sorry no Guy Pearce pics. I think I have posted a version of this so-called interview (what else would you call it?) previously. I hope you're not allergic to exclamation marks. Or obscenely huge and malformed possessive apostrophes.
