Posts Tagged ‘blood money’


Friday, November 14th, 2008

Comic conventions are a peculiar phenomenon. For a start most of the organisers of these events go out of the way to discourage them from being referred to as “conventions”. As an exhibitor, you can go with the express purpose of trying to make money, or to just make friends and get pally with like minded individuals. Here at Flying Monkey International, we are far too idiosyncratic (or possibly stubborn) to do much of the former and way, way?too misanthropic to do any of the latter.

In fact, one of our major directors and creative lynchpins, Mr Andrew Livesey, isn’t attending the forthcoming Thoughtbubble Festival in Leeds at all, instead opting for a weekend of sex, drugs, violence and miscellaneous debauchery. He swung by my house to drop off a stack of his new collection Chimpanzee Democracy, and his legendarily limited Tasty Fanzine T Shirts, with the veiled threat of evisceration if I dared not to sell any of them.


Despite this we shall be in attendance at Thoughtbubble. When someone decides to put on a Comics event pretty much on your doorstep, it seems rude not to show up (except last year, when I waited far too long to order any books, so didn’t have any on the day).

However, if you wish to purchase any of Andrew’s blood money funded merchandise, or any of our wonderful Hope For The Future collections and back issues (including the new(ish) issue 10), or even one of the few remaining copies of the epochal small press anthology Flying Monkey, come on over to our table and say hello. Underneath our irascible exterior we are actually quite friendly, and happy to chat about anything from the new Clone Wars cartoon, last week’s X Factor result shocker, the Credit Crunch, or Instru-Metal.


The Loneliness Of The Middle Distance Runner

Tuesday, March 1st, 2011

Usually, when it comes to charity, I leave it to others to actually do stuff, and I maybe bung them a couple of quid to assuage my own guilt. However, I have decided to change that and sign up for the Beverley 10k Run on Sunday 8th May. And by “decided to” I mean my brother in law “volunteered” me. Now I am uncertain whether runners who do not complete the course within a particular time are ritually killed in the manner of a futuristic sci-fi dystopia, but I’m not taking any chances. I’m getting into training, bitch! And by “training” I mean “made a playlist”

So if you want to support the Cystic Fibrosis Trust, and you have ever enjoyed any of the comics on this site (or, more probably, you have made your way here by accident while searching for “sexy teenage Saruman porn”) please sponsor me, either onĀ My JustGiving Page, or on the Team’s Virgin Money Giving Page.

You’ll notice that on the team page, I am listed as “Dr Simon Perrins”. I feel it is my duty to inform you that, like Dr Fox, Dr Who and Dr Funkenstein, I’m not licensed to practise medicine.