Our now defunct ‘zine Call Me! It was the best thing since sliced, carb free bread. The amazing Call Girls dressed up, stalked bands, drank champagne to disguise our lack of music knowledge, attempted to camp outside the Brick Lane Beigel shop with a camera and a dictaphone, directed photo shoots in dumpsters, conducted meetings on rooftops, over lunch in Marylebone and tea at Sketch, blagged our way in to fashion shows with our glossy business cards, sneaked into PRs at midnight by torchlight to get our hands sparkly designer garms, whinged and laughed about the ridiculous errands we ran as fashion interns and interviewed poets, buskers and divas. We lived the high life on the minimum wage and basically faked it until we maked it. R.I.P. X