I’m in Scotland this week, so while I explore Edinburgh, here’s the first in a series of comics about the continuing silly adventures of these two guys.
I’m in Scotland this week, so while I explore Edinburgh, here’s the first in a series of comics about the continuing silly adventures of these two guys.
This is a comic I made at the big King’s Affair party last summer, just sketched in my notebook while in King’s Chapel listening to Hugh play.
In case you can’t read it, the text goes,
King’s College Affair, chapel is a chill-out zone. – I wonder why so many people are lying down flat on their backs.
Is everyone drunker or higher than I think?
oh, that’s why.
More comics about crashing parties sometime in the eventually.
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Last weekend I was at Occupy London Stock Exchange. I was thrilled at the broad base of people who were (and still are) there, and the sense of something strong emerging through civil disobedience (rather than creeping oppression and powerlessness).
Hey, remember when I went and dribbled into tubes for science? Here’s a couple of diary comics drawn when I got back from the second visit, which was, well, less successful.

In other news, guys, I’ve had my first reviews, kinda. There’s three reports on the Sorry Entertainer anthology - Richard at Forbidden Planet, Rob Clough (of the tremendous Comics Journal) and Justin Giampaoli. All are pretty keen on my strip in it, which you guys probably haven’t even seen.
So why not do something for the small press scene today, and splash out £1.20 for a copy. It’s totally worth that.
It’s maybe too easy to gripe about the weather here. So far I actually like it. The rain adds atmosphere to everything, especially early in the morning and at night, and you feel like somewhere very close by there’s a story being told, because this atmosphere demands that. It makes me want to tell stories.