MCM Hem Hem

Just a quick note to say that I will be at the MCM Expo at the ExCel Centre in Docklands on Saturday and Sunday. This is a manga-centric "hybrid" show but there is a really nice UK indie comics presence curated by the wonderful Emma Vieceli and Anna Petterson. Also Astrid and Walter Bishop from Fringe of course, and BSG creator Ronald D. Moore who will be tapping me up for some ideas for "Caprica". I hope to see a few of you there, I will be in low-key, relaxed mode.

Caprica ideas:

1. Zoe invents a range of shoes called "Cylon slippers".
2. Lacy starts a website about pets
3. Young William Adama gets into some scrapes with his friends Ginger, Douglas and Henry as they attempt to rout the dangerous sect, the "Hubert Laneites".
4. Dennis Franz is introduced to the cast to reprise his role as "Norman Buntz" from Hill Street Blues, reigniting his wonderful NYPD Blue chemistry with Esai Morales!

Okay I had better leave it there as these ideas are a trifle "incendiary".

Blog disrepair

Blog readers! If you are wondering where I am, I am busy with all sorts of things right now. While I love to blog, write some words, post some demented drawings, complain about my lumbago, things are tight around here with no sign of loosening up.

Until I finish a vast pile of in-book sketches, I won't be taking on any new commissions. I will announce here when the floodgates can be safely opened once more.


Think of me over the next few weeks as I ship books, prepare for a big show in London (on the 29-30th of May) and weep bitter tears. In the meantime, here's my rejected design for the 2012 Olympic mascot.

A New Sketch Fiesta

With Britain mired in electoral intrigue and the future no more certain than the final resting place of a river-borne leaf, it's time for a new SKETCH FIESTA! See a plethora of new drawings tell yourself that yes, it really is worth going on.

If that doesn't work, I can't help you. Maybe no one can.

Utter desolation

Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, I can't tell you how this fell into my hands but I believe I have acquired the most desolate image of all time. And I love it!



There is so much to enjoy in the photo itself. The smokers gather around their sage leader (I have highlighted him for your enjoyment). I can almost hear his words.

"Yeh, guys, there was a time, a time when you could smoke in the office! At yer desk even. Before meddlin' bureaucracy took away our basic pleasures."

Raincoat woman: "So you mean you didn't get to tit around outside for five minutes every half an hour?"

"Nahhh. You'd just smoke at your desk. It made workin' fun. Now I hate every minute of my life. And I hate you guys."

Woman who hasn't bothered to get out of her pyjamas and dressing gown: "You don't hate us, Stan."

Stan: "Yeh, I do. I got tattoos to that effect on various parts of my body. One for each of you chumps"

Fleece-wearing milquetoast: (thinks) "Raincoat woman hasn't spoken to me since we slept together on that team-building weekend in Ormskirk. Does her husband know?"

FIN

I'll let you enjoy the treasure trove of other little delights on this page in your own time.