Well, the Lancaster Comics Festival proved an interesting event. The dismal weather I'm sure discouraged many people from attending and things were pretty sparse at times, but it was great to meet people who haven't been able to see me on my southern and international jaunts. It was a very promising first year though, I did far better than at the "super-professional" Brighton Comics Expo last November, an event that proved about as lucrative as taking your wallet and dropping it in a septic tank. And despite the mist, rain, goblins and fear, Lancaster seemed like a lovely place.
The exhibitions department is now closed until next spring, during which time I will polish the welcome wagon and practise my firmest and most reassuring handshakes on unwilling passers by.
The only real downside of the event was that my ultra-magical mini-SGR comics "To The Victor THE SPOILS", which I spent two hours folding and three hours drawing, seemed almost impossible to give away. People just don't want somethin' for nothin' - either that or they don't know what they're missin'!