London Super Comic Con

One of the biggest comic conventions in the uk rolled around last weekend. Of course I had to be there. And had a great time. Meet some amazing creators, spoke to some other fans, picked up some bargains and learnt more about my biggest passion, comics. 

First thing to do on the weekend was get in Mark Buckingham’s line. My girlfriend’s favourite artist. I do quite like him as well. He’s been drawing Fables for about 10 years, and before that he worked with Neil Gaiman on Miracleman, Sandman and Death. All great comics. This year we got a joint sketch from him of Bigby from Fables. It’s signed To Tabatha and Ashley, Mark Buckingham, with his little crown signature as well. One of the nicest sketches we’ve got. I will try and scan it in soon to show it to you all. 

We met John Layman, someone I’ve wanted to meet for a while. The writer of Chew, which is quite possibly the craziest comic ever written. A world where chicken is banned and underground places open up offering the poultry on the menu. Madness follows. He was also selling a Kill Bill style cover for issue 35. Couldn’t help but get that one. 

Recently I’ve been reading many David Lapham books. Finished Stray Bullets, after picking up issue 41 at the weekend. Hoping to find Stray Bullets: Killers #1 next time I go into the local comic shop. Stray Bullets is one of the best series I’ve ever read. It’s like Tarentino in a comic. Every issue is a different story, but they all build up a world full of characters that make many appearances.

Got to finish a portfolio for uni tomorrow, and then a presentation on thursday, another portfolio a week on sunday, the dissertation sometime after that, and then and an exam and essay. All done. Cannot wait. It’s not been all bad, but it’s felt that way this year. 

Hoping to go to Thought Bubble this year. Got to keep on thinking about that and I will get through the end of uni. Scott Snyder is going. He is my favourite writer, aside from Alan Moore. I have a stack of around 50 issues for him to sign. I have plenty of time to slim that down, or work on my apology after handing them to him. He writes the series American Vampire, which I forced myself to read because it was him who wrote it (Along with Stephen King for the first 5 issues). I didn’t like the first issue, but it gets better and by issue 10 I was hooked. Now it’s one of my favourite series. This weeks marks its return after a year hiatus. Cannot wait to pick that up tomorrow. I’ve avoided previews and cannot wait to read it. 

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The End is Close

March 27th is the date of my last ever University lesson. It’s not a lecture, instead I’ve got to give a 10 minute presentation on Victorian Fantasy with a friend. We have chosen to talk about how radical the genre was during the Victorian era. So far we have a basic outline. I’m not exactly worried. It’s only 10 minutes. 

After that I have an exam, on the 6th May. Romanticism. Not my strongest subject, but it should be alright. We will be having a look at exam papers next Tuesday and that should make it a lot easier. 

Everything else will be done at home. Just my Dissertation, Fiction and Creative Reading & Writing portfolio left. It’s hard to believe that my education is this close to an end. As long as nothing goes wrong I will never have to write an essay, or do an exam ever again. A really good feeling. I keep on forgetting I have to actually do it now, because I’m looking forward to it ending so much. 

I thought I would panic more once it was close to the end, but I’m not panicking at all. I feel like only good things can come from it. 

This weekend is the third London Super Comic Con. I went to the first two and they were two of the best weekends ever. Comics and geekiness. All with a Friday night playing games beforehand. Can’t get much geekier than that really. This year I’m looking forward to seeing Dave Gibbons, Jonathan Ross, Sean Phillips, John Layman, Mark Buckingham and Gary Leach. 

I recently started reading Zom-B: Gladiator by Darren Shan. Finally. I bought it the day it came out, back in January. But for reasons I can’t explain I didn’t pick it up. I kept going to, but didn’t. I’m about 50 pages from the end and plan on doing a review for it once I’m finished. 

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Part 7

You can catch up with The Brig HERE. 

I’m in a corridor. Dark. Empty. Nothing. I can’t see anything in front of me. I had shut the door behind me, not thinking it was the only light source. I step forward. Feet echo. Not brave enough to take another. Want to turn back now, but can’t. There has to be something here. Something to prove one way, or another Abe’s intentions. Everything was unlocked up to here, so he trusts me, at least he wants me to think that. Why isn’t my head hurting. How long has it been since the plane crash? Not long, can’t be. My head doesn’t hurt.

Don’t know if my eyes have adjusted to the dark, or a lights been turned on somewhere, but I can just about see. There is a door just in front of me, on the left wall. Locked. Another one opposite. Locked as well. Both just normal doors. Both locked. I can’t hear anything from beyond the second one, not that I was really expecting too. Come on. I don’t know how long I’ve got.

Can’t see to the end of the corridor, but can see enough to start walking. Every step echoes. I try to slow down, plant every step down with no sound. But it can’t be done. I’ve got boots on. That would have been a good start. I take them off. The echo is gone near enough. I can still hear each step, but that’s just in my head. I’m sure of it. No one would be able to hear me. They would have probably already heard me by now. Stop thinking that.

Another door, on the right, locked. Then nothing. The corridor carries on and on.

“I told you to stay in your room, why do you never listen.”

Frozen. No. How did he get there. Where is he? Behind me. I slowly turn.

“Don’t turn around to make sure I’m there. I’m here. Now carry on walking. I have something to show you. I didn’t want you to see it straight away, but you might as well. I’m guessing it’s what you were looking for. Carry on. Yeah, next left door. Should be unlocked. I don’t like locking doors, but as you can tell people wonder when they shouldn’t be. I didn’t lock this one, as I didn’t think anyone would even try. The light switch is just inside, on the right. It’s there you’ll find it. Sorry. I didn’t want you to find out like this.”

No. no no no no. It’s not him. Can’t be. I won’t let it be. Can’t reach the table where Chip is laying. Half of his stomach had been ripped out. No. No. He’s alright. He has to be. We’ll get through everything together. I drop to my knees. Why?


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A week off

I have to apologise for not posting in over a week. I’ve been ill, and couldn’t focus enough to write. Tried a couple of times, but didn’t write anything significant. I’m feeling much better now and will be back on track as soon as possible. Part 7 of The Brig will be uploaded tomorrow. Read the first 6 parts HERE.

University is slowly coming to an end. This is week 9, at least I think it is, of 12. Not including an exam in May. I’m confident I will pass. I’ve finished a lot of the work, and will be slowly finishing the rest of it soon enough. The only reading I’ve done is for university. A few poems and the first few chapters of The Wood Beyond the World by William Morris. I’ve been enjoying it so far, although it’s written in archaic language and it’s hard going.

The Lego Movie is awesome. One of the best films I’ve seen in a long time. Can’t wait to see it again.

I’m off to go and do some editing. I will upload the next part of The Brig tomorrow. It wasn’t a long post, but it’s a start after taking time away.

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Part 6

You can read the first 5 parts of The Brig HERE 


Why would he lock me in here? Does he know that I don’t trust him? Is he suspicious? One thing I’m sure about. I can’t trust him anymore. He’s evil. He’s locked me in here, for no reason. I can’t let him know that I’m on to him. He’s gone, so didn’t hear me try and open the door. Pretend I’ve gone to the toilet. Flush the chain and wash my hands. When he opens the door, I’ll act like I know nothing.

Flush. Taps on. Wash. Taps off. Door. Open. Abe is outside, leaning against the opposite wall, smiling.

“Don’t know if you noticed or not, but I had to lock the door. We were taking the body passed and wanted to make sure you wouldn’t see it. Not a pretty sight.”

Did he know? Was this the truth? Am I just being paranoid?

“Thanks. I appreciate it. What are you going to do to the body?”

I had to move the subject away from the locked door. I can’t be sure about anything, and don’t want him asking if I knew.

“One of the guys said we should just throw it overboard. I’m not going to lie, that would be the easy way, but it wouldn’t be fair. That man has a family and they deserve the body.”

“That’s right. It’s the right thing to do.”

“Yes. It is. We’ve moved the body down to the bottom floor. It’s always cold down there.”

“That’s good. Is the doctor available?”

“I’m sorry, but no he isn’t. He’s assured me that if you’re walking around then you are okay. There are a lot of people in pain on board and we need to make sure they are alright. You’ll be seen in the morning. How is your head? If it is really bad, we can go see him. I don’t want you to be in pain.”

To be honest, my head isn’t in any pain at all, should I be worried about that?

“It seems to be alright now. I think I just need to lie down.”

He leads me back to my room, makes sure I’m alright and then leaves me there, laying on the bed. Should I just trust him. He hasn’t done anything to hurt me. It’s not like he hasn’t had the chance. There is just something about him that makes me want to run. I pull myself up. No pain in my head at all. Is that weird? Am I dreaming this? I go to pinch myself, but stop. No that’s just stupid. I’m not in a TV show, I’m not dreaming. I know how that feels.

The door is unlocked. I walk out into the corridor, look left and right. Nothing. I go back to the room where I saw the body earlier. It’s gone, so his story works out. He didn’t lock me in the room either. I walk back round and go to the hatch like door. Using both hands, I turn it.


After the next part, which will be uploaded on Tuesday, I’m going to be taking a short break. I need to get on with my assignments for uni. I’m further ahead on these ones than I have been at any point during my education. I’ve finished Fiction. Over halfway done on Creative Reading and Writing. About half way through Dissertation (That’s my main focus. Should be finished by end of next week). Romanticism is an exam, so that should be alright. Victorian Wonders is a presentation and essay. I haven’t started on either but it should go alright. The end is in sight. 

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