"Expect nothing of us" The Lizardwas conceived, not unlike its editors, in the back alley of a pub somewhere in the Covent Garden area of London, England.
The Lizardhas certain core principles that will never bend or break unless you are offering to buy us out for $3.2 billion and then we'd agree to toboggan nude without a sled.
These certain core principles to which we just alluded are as follows:
All taxation, particularly any involving Lizard funds, is theft.
Especially when it pays for the woman called Irene who works in the Passport Office in London.
She deliberately stuck those hideous pictures of us into our passports when we were renewing them at the last minute so we could jet-off on our incredibly important fact-finding mission to the Monaco Grand Prix.
Fernando Alonso is a snit.
As Editors, we share a similar worldview. For example, we all enjoy racing shopping trolleys down the high streets of market towns. Also, none of us have ever been to Honduras.
But enough about us. What about you?
As a reader ofThe Lizard, you may be wondering if there is an unspoken editorial line that runs seamlessly through all of our features and commentary – and we’d be fibbing if we said there wasn't. Tucked away between the lines of everything you will ever read in this magazine, there is one single, simple message that we are eager to convey. And that message is: “If you are blonde and leggy, let’s meet for a drink.”
Ultimately, we ask you to expect nothing of us. After all, we expect nothing of you.
Dominic Hilton, Marc Sidwell, A S H Smyth November, 2007