Posts Tagged ‘me blowing my own trumpet’

KISS My Ass!

Thursday, June 11th, 2009

And now some blatant self promotion – sorta. A buddy of mine told me about this competition over at Design By Humans, to create a T Shirt for that most iconic of American rock bands KISS. So here’s something I threw together. If you could pop on over to the site and vote for me (or for one of the many other fine T shirt designs, but make sure you do mine first, otherwise you’re an enemy of democracy) that would be just great. And if I win because of your votes I will pledge to, uh, I dunno, do something crowd pleasing, like run up and down Leeds City Centre in a long black wig and “Clown White” singing Strutter. Or something (all requests will be given equal consideration).

KISS this!

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Archaeology

Saturday, April 17th, 2010

Geek Syndicate certainly don’t need any introduction from us, at least judging by the fact that they have ten times as many Twitter followers as we do. If you didn’t know, they’re a podcast covering comics, movies, TV, and video games, and they do it with a winning sense of humour and level of enthusiasm that you don’t find too often. The triple headed hydra that is Flying Monkey Comics saw them present a Q&A with various A list artists at the Thoughtbubble Festival in Leeds last year, and even though we pick up new comic books about as often as… something that doesn’t happen very often, we still had a great time and found the whole thing extremely entertaining (even when the billed artists didn’t show up for the first hour, and the GS boys had to improvise).

So, we’d like to thank Barry Nugent for the exemplary review of HFTF, or at least the first couple of issues on their most recent podcast. It’s pretty weird getting critical notices on work that’s getting on for ten years old, but hey ho – it’s complimentary so I don’t need to find a way to travel back in time to persuade myself to not do it. You should head over there and listen to it right now. And then buy our stuff. Or read through our archives.

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Judge Not

Monday, November 22nd, 2010

Leeds has often been called The Cradle of Civilisation, and it’s easy to see why when there’s an event as enjoyable as Thought Bubble. Once again I’m hearing nothing but good things about Saturday’s Comics Convention/Festival/Thingy.

Relieved that I had managed to get the new issue of Hope For The Future printed on time (get it here, bitches. Well, after I get some more printed, that is. Big up to our friends at Print X for doing such an excellent job, incidentally), I was able to abandon my usual irascible and hateful demeanour and just enjoy the event. As we were setting up I was casually sliding underneath our table, and was told off by a zombie, for contravening heath and safety regulations, which set the template for the day. Shortly afterwards, a couple of Mega City Judges walked by, and I (trying to show off my geek credentials) suggested to “Judge McMahon” that his boots should be bigger. He suggested that he should smash my face in with a daystick. It’s good to see some of these people don’t break character.

Thought Bubble not only focuses on the traditional twin pillars of comic conventions, signings by professional comics creators and a ton of merch, but equally important to the day are the independent creators like us, and the cosplayers. A lot of people roll their eyes when they see cosplayers but I think it adds a lot of colour to the event, which would otherwise be predominately ragged, mundane looking men in t-shirts. And to be honest, I’d rather see Harley Quinn and Catwoman than, well, people who look like me. Talking of which…

I can’t tell you how thrilled I was by this. It doesn’t come across in the photo, but this guy was massive. He even had the cyborg asthma thing going on as well. Unfortunately I didn’t get around to taking that many photos (the ones I did get are all up on the Thought Bubble Facebook Group page) so I missed out some other notable costumes. By the way, I don’t care what anyone says, Vader with boobs is not canon.

Andrew has sold out of Chimpanzee Democracy, and has decided not to get any more printed, because he hates giving people what they want for money. He also hasn’t drawn any comics in ages even though we keep telling him his stuff’s ace. Rest assured we will keep nagging him. Oliver is a non combatant in the ongoing war of sequential art, but had brought his trusty ukulele along to give him something to do with his hands. He also offered to write a song for anyone who came to our table, but ended up musically accusing somebody of being a paedophile. This is probably not good business practise.

Similarly, offering all your sketches for just 50p is a bit daft, especially when some of them are quite good because you prepared them beforehand. I was inundated with requests including group portraits, Spider-Man and Stephen Hawking, which I dutifully completed, but neglected to take photos of any of them for posterity. On the plus side I managed to shift my “Edward Cullen: What a cunt!” pic. I guess now I need to do one where I call Wolfboy a bellend. What do you say, Twilight fans?

When you’re hell bent on selling your stuff there’s not much time left for networking with your comics making brethren, and certainly none for queueing up to meet the guy who writes “Elf Wizardz”. But having said that I think we had more people stop at our table than in previous years, many of whom said they weren’t massive comics fans but just came by to see what was going on and decided to stay because it looked interesting, which strikes me as very healthy. And the monkey on the cover thing? Totally works!

I had a brief chat with Award Winning Artist Neill Cameron, who I think got tired of me constantly referring to him as Award Winning Artist Neill Cameron, as he claims he hasn’t won any awards, but I reckon he’s just forgotten. You should check out his book Mo-Bot High, but don’t take my word for it. This review sums it up better than I ever could. We also finally met the guys from Geek Syndicate, who are thoroughly decent and charming fellas. I seem to remember them filming us trying, and failing to explain what HFTF is actually about. This is something I have difficulty with at the best of times, which is why I prepared this handy visual guide:

I’ll be honest with you, by this time some drink had been taken. I realise that’s an incredibly boorish thing to go on about, but we are no doubt friendlier when in our cups, even if our diction, penmanship and spelling suffers. Oliver was doing his usual trick of laughing loudly at someone else’s comic (in this case My Cardboard Life), and for some reason we were singing the hits of Boston, but this is just an indication that we were having a good time.

Soon after this we were swanning around the Alea Casino, like a badly dressed Rat Pack. In previous years we have bailed fairly earlier and found some dingy pub in favour of the after party, but this year we hung around. Pausing only to start a rumour that they were going to show Labyrinth in the screening room – I think we even started to believe that this would actually come to pass and we would be confronted by Bowie’s oversized junk on the big screen – we then moved on to the dancefloor, which resembled a wedding disco for nerds. People seriously lost their shit over the themes from Ghostbusters and Poddington Peas. After a while it turned into a bit of a 90s indie night, and I have to hand it to whoever had the idea to play Kandy Pop by long forgotten one hit wonders Bis. I thought we were the only people in the universe who remembered them (although I always preferred this), but everyone else was dancing along. This made Andrew’s night. Seriously, if he’d found a mint copy of Amazing Fantasy 15 in his loft he wouldn’t have been happier.

I saw a lot of happy faces that day, and that’s a testament to what a great atmosphere this convention has. We had a whale of a time, and can’t wait for next year. Congratulations to the organisers, for putting together such a successful event, and thankyou to everyone who came up to our table for a chat. And if you bought anything I’ll love you forever. Yeah I’ve turned over a new leaf. No longer am I the most miserable sod in comics (not while the guy that ran the UK Web & Minicomix Thing is around. JUST KIDDING. Or am I?).

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This Just In: I’m Brilliant

Sunday, February 5th, 2012

Well not quite. But I have recently come across a rather good  five star review of Hope For The Future 13 in Comic Heroes issue 10. Trying to get any sort of review of your independent comics in any publication or website is usually like bashing your head against a brick wall, (even when it’s a site that specifically covers independent comics), so you’ll forgive me if I start shouting about a well produced internationally published magazine actually giving my stuff a mention.

Yes, that’s my whale! MINE! The review itself is as follows:

There’s no such subtlety in Hope For The Future, but trust us that no bad thing. Now 13 issues in, Simon Perrins’ ongoing series combines tales of dread, a hefty scoop of weirdness, and some superbly creative swearing to devastating effect. The artwork is well handled (it’d be great to see in colour), the story telling well paced and the characters utterly, frustratingly believable. Equally as adept at pinpointing the subtle annoyances in every festival crowd as spinning a hilariously bad-mouthed Middle Ages dragon-slaying yarn, this is genuinely inspired stuff.

Pretty good eh? Almost as if I’d written it myself. Actually, if I had written it myself I would have mentioned that the comic is available here. And that the artist is really, really good looking.

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Shake it, Baby

Friday, September 21st, 2012

Here’s a handy tip for all you English Literature students out there – If you don’t want to wade your way through William Shakepeare’s bloodiest play Titus Andronicus, simply pick up the SFX A-Z of Horror, out this week, and you can see my comic strip adaptation. It’s without a doubt, the grisliest thing I’ve ever drawn, but I think I managed to keep it classy, even when the naked chick gets her tongue cut out. Fun! I guess Shakey was going through a particularly angry phase and decided to invent torture porn 412 years early  – maybe people were taking the piss out of his haircut. “Look”, he undoubtedly said, “it’s the mid to late 16th Century, we all look like idiots!”

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