Sigh said:
Private Eye in one hand, Viz in the other.
The days.
*sigh*
Between them, those two are still pretty much the most honest and accurate journals, chronicles and portrayals of modern Britain around.
Aside from those already mentioned, there were Student Grant, a typical Oxford Road wanker in a stupid ethnic bongo hat; Millie Tant, the man-hating lesbian; Jellyhead, a girl in a persistent vegetative state who couldn't move but still somehow saved lives and foiled crimes; and The Brown Bottle, a chronic alcoholic superhero.
Two particular favourites were Major Misunderstanding, a retired military type who would go off a completely irrelevant rant to whatever innocent question he was asked.
And
Raffles The Gentleman Thug, who instead of being an aristocratic cat burglar, used to go into pubs kicking off while using baroque Victorian language. So "You and whose army?" became "Might one enquire as to the stewardship of the forces you wish to assist you in this violent endeavour?". "Stitch that" became "Please implore matron to apply catgut sutures to your wound".
Hit and miss at times, but when Viz was good, it was absolute genius
