Halloween etc

Hello!


Just a run-through of all that went on in the last few weeks - with pictures, hyperlinks and FREQUENT BOUTS OF THIS KIND OF THING.


First off, I bought a table for Bristol 2012 - it crippled the budget a little but it's where Dr WTF emerged last year, it cemented my conviction to move to Bristol and it seemed to contain an astrological alignment of awesome folk. Worth every penny I think.

The drawn-on moustache can only mean ONE THING! Halloween happened. Due to some accidental glasses ridiculousness and budgetary constraints (see previous paragraph) it was a fairly indoorsy weekend but there was much cider consumed and SATIRICAL PUMPKINS WERE USED AS PUNCHBOWLS.

Over the Halloween period I got two superior guitar-based gigs in as well. The first was John Fairhurst, a steel-guitar botherer and supremely talented fellow who I absorbed in a local pub - much to my own surprise. The second was Anna Calvi - with all sparse riffy atmospherics and that. In an old church. ON HALLOWEEN. Spooky. All credit to Ann Marie(?) and the unparalleled Mullendo for dragging me along to both!

Afore I get on to art pimping do support STRIP magazine - a new British anthology (we need more of those) featuring PJ Holden, John Ridgway, John McCrea etc with SUPERIOR lettering throughout from the superlative letterer Jim Campbell! Go on. They've brought back Hookjaw.


ART

Hohoho The finale to the second ever Time Tale. HILARIOUS, isn't it? No? You do better - write me a three-part time tale and I'll do it. Go on. I DARE YOU.

The sixth and seventh parts of Jamella and Marmalad - observe the first defeat of the Jammy Dodger and the first appearance of Jamella's parents! HOW CURIOUS. We are lodged in a jammy flashback. All due nods to the beautiful Jazz Woods wot writes 'em!

Ah! The third part of Flaubert St Cloud (Goat) - a FREE teaser of which will be available at Thought Bubble this year. The art is a tad out-of-date. BUT OH WELL ;) If you see me or Jazz then shout us down and you'll 'ave it.

A non-existent cover for a non-existent comic that no-one is interested in - back to the drawing... bed. You'll be pleased to hear I won't be doing any more of these non-collaborative hero-bating things again - it's ultimately just disappointing. Tis much more rewarding to just please yourself. Ignore the innuendo and let us continue!

Here's a skeletal facsimile of Locusts of Death - forthcoming editor of an 'orror comic and jobbing small press writer extraordinare. DO check out his collaboration with Ghostpockets in the free horror comic Hallowscream. It fucking beggars the mind.

Don't have nightmares.

A birthday image for my friend Sophie - featuring her INCREDIBLY POPULAR Sherlock shirt design - and Matt Smith.

Here's some fantasy heads also - from a project that will never happen. C'est la wotsit.

NOW IT'S TIME FOR...

And what an entry we have for you this fortnight, the FIRST OFFICIAL teaser, a BIT OF PLEADING and THE RAMBLINGS OF A MADMAN.

Ain't she a beaut?! From a special little tale by David Frankum. What a lovely man.

Secondarily - we need artists. If you've not got involved thus far and you think you can do three or five pages for the 1st of February deadline... I NEED YOU. 

:THE BALLAD OF THE CIVIL WAR DOCTOR:. 

It started moons ago, when David Tennant was on the throne. I produced this bit of rot in 2007.

"Metal Paul, killer of posers and wearer of denim was overjoyed when he was called back by the beeb with regards to his Whoaudition (hastily organized when David Tennant was killed to death by several angry Whofans who 'really thought the mockney gurning was just getting too much')."

When it was announced that Matt Smith was taking over as the Doctor I saw red - assuming "a romcom in space" type affair might occur. So in 2009 I tried to picture THE MOST HARDCORE Doctor - a battle-scarred veteran of a thousand psychic wars who'd been living on the edge so long where the winds of limbo roar (cheers Moorcock).

Here he be (although he's been remastered since observe my standard titles) and I got quite into the idea of him really. He'd nicked the uniform off of an abusive general who had been feeding his troops to an alien of some sort - and his companion was to be a Union soldier (a la Jamie I suppose who is surely the best companion of all time). After this he grows a beard and meets his former self in the snow - who is shocked, either at the prospect of his own future or the terrible skills of O before he got a graphics tablet and learnt how to letter.

Immediately after this he gets into a fight with a dinosaur who tries to eat his TARDIS. Also I don't think that's a Civil War uniform anymore... it looks like Jeremiah Phallushamr's uniform. Shit. 

At some point later in his timeline he adopts a more Otastic purple suit - where he appears in an alleyway de-bearded to confront an implausible action figure from the Ghostbusters cartoon.

WHAT OH WHAT WILL THE FUTURE HOLD FOR THIS IMPLAUSIBLE NON-CANONICAL DOCTOR? IT'S UP TO YOU. Also the Weekly Themed Art Blog as I've decided I'm going to slot him into everything I do for them now. Ahahahahaha. 

O