I had great fun last week making Sarah and Esther's zine. Of course I did exactly the same thing when I was their age! I used to mash things out on an old-school manual typewriter and fill in the gaps with drawings. On one occasion I typed inserts on toilet paper; we made our own fun in the country and I am not ashamed to say it. The important distinction I made was that I only produced one issue of each, which I showed to whoever among my friends I could get to read it (and tacitly acknowledge my genius). It wasn't a vicious rag like Guns For Eyes though, having been burned early on by my "talent" for vicious satire and cruel gossip, I occupied an anodyne space.
I've spent the last three days being jealous of Barnaby Ward. He's got to stop what he's doing, and stop it now. Amazing work.