General Gabblefarb

I am currently feeling virtuous as I have just finished writing (well actually writing and cutting and pasting) the last of the two reserve characters I rather stupidly volunteered to do for next week's NWO. Both have been posted off to the strangely silent pax_draconis.

I assume the silence is due to the poor wee lamb is adopting his habitual foetal position as an event approaches. Never has the need for the promised Merlot been greater. Thursday, dear fellow, Thursday. Hang on until then, and Merlot there shall be.

It is a sign that I am contemplating shaving the Winter pelt back to its habitual goatee. Yesterday's blazing sun and sub-Saharan temperatures have done a bunk, and while it is still warm, there is something of the tropical rain forest about the weather, with gentle and continuous rain. I read somewhere that amongst his other claims to fame, Oliver Cromwell was the last Englishman to contract and die from malaria in England. If this wet, humid rainfally weather continues, that is a record which will not last much longer. Already we have gargantuan wasps here in the South East which have made it over from the Continent. Can it be long before they are followed by intrepid French mosquitos?

The fan boy in me is replete. It has taken me 20 years to do it, but I have now read the full story of the Jaspers Warp. I missed it when it was published by Marvel UK in the early 80s, I then missed all but the last edition of the six-part reprint some 5 years ago. This weekend I found the whole thing in a single volume and read it through.

Alan Moore before he went totally mad, and a young Alan Davis on one of his early forays.

Splendid stuff.

General Gabblefarb

I am currently feeling virtuous as I have just finished writing (well actually writing and cutting and pasting) the last of the two reserve characters I rather stupidly volunteered to do for next week's NWO. Both have been posted off to the strangely silent pax_draconis.

I assume the silence is due to the poor wee lamb is adopting his habitual foetal position as an event approaches. Never has the need for the promised Merlot been greater. Thursday, dear fellow, Thursday. Hang on until then, and Merlot there shall be.

It is a sign that I am contemplating shaving the Winter pelt back to its habitual goatee. Yesterday's blazing sun and sub-Saharan temperatures have done a bunk, and while it is still warm, there is something of the tropical rain forest about the weather, with gentle and continuous rain. I read somewhere that amongst his other claims to fame, Oliver Cromwell was the last Englishman to contract and die from malaria in England. If this wet, humid rainfally weather continues, that is a record which will not last much longer. Already we have gargantuan wasps here in the South East which have made it over from the Continent. Can it be long before they are followed by intrepid French mosquitos?

The fan boy in me is replete. It has taken me 20 years to do it, but I have now read the full story of the Jaspers Warp. I missed it when it was published by Marvel UK in the early 80s, I then missed all but the last edition of the six-part reprint some 5 years ago. This weekend I found the whole thing in a single volume and read it through.

Alan Moore before he went totally mad, and a young Alan Davis on one of his early forays.

Splendid stuff.