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Goat’s second issue is dedicated to toilets. Called ‘A Room With A Loo’, it begins with a list of famous titles, reimagined to revolve around loos. The magazine is ostensibly an arts and culture publication, but it is difficult to classify. For even the filthiest of readers, the loo stuff can get too much: one essay about trying to climb inside a Glastonbury portaloo made me actually retch a bit.

But at its most absurd, Goat is intriguing. Interviews revolve entirely around apparently mundane bathroom routines (M: Have you ever brushed your hair in the shower? O: No, you’re not meant to brush your hair when it’s wet.”) And the poetry is strangely riveting:

There was a little girl called Lou She slipped and fell in the loo

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