I encountered the wretchedly full of cold Jenni, who I'm sure didn't need a headful of mucous on top of everything else. (Didn't I say this stoopid sudden season change would give everyone the Lurghi?) Hope it clears up soon. Unfortunately, I never did see Jeremy, although she was evidently there.Not a green head to be seen. I wanted to score one of her new minis, too. Bah. I did see a lot of the usual veteran suspects and the usual kinda-exciting/kinda-depressing small press youthquakers (-so bloody gifted; so bloody young!!! *%^@!!! ) I saw piles of stuff I wanted to buy, but, of course, I couldn't... There was a cool area where you could browse through batches of comix, though. Ace! I've finally discovered the joys of SOCK MONKEY.
There was a panel at one, which I hung about for, only to be seriously frustrated by not being able to hear AT ALL,despite the mikes. I was quite close, too. Feck. There was an excellent group; Mardou, Roger Langridge, etc, discussing self-publishing. Would greatly have liked to hear it. There was going to be a second one at half-two, concentrating on webcomics, which I should figure out how to do, but I certainly wasn't going to stick around for that, under the circumstances.
I met Andy KonkyKru/Bleck, who kindly gave me his latest mini, and let me see some lovely,incredibly detailed sketches he'd done in museums. Turns out he and I had both drawn the same little guy (a Hebrew prophet?) in the V&A.
The journey home was even more tortuous, and I had a better view than I would have wished of some poor biker being loaded into an ambulance after a too-close encounter with four wheels bad...
Now I'm collapsed here trying to muster the energy to read my comix. I'm absolutely ravenous, and twitching to ring for a 'Popeye' pizza, which of course is not financially feasible. So it goes.