Posts Tagged ‘Scary Go Round’

Kicking it with Ian McShane

Friday, May 30th, 2008

There is a guest strip by us on Scary Go Round today. Drawn by the keeper of the Flying Monkey Comics legacy, Andrew Livesey, and written by me, it features Antiques based rogue Lovejoy, sorry Lovelace getting into some time travel shenanigans.

“Guest strip” implies that we were specifically headhunted by SGR creator John Allison, his people spoke to our people, deals were brokered, and we completed the strip for an obscene amount of cash. And chicks. Nothing could be further from the truth, of course. As big fans of Scary Go Round, we entered the Feats of Strength competition, and were lucky enough to get picked for glory, adulation, and a freak spike in our page hits.

It wasn’t plain sailing though. This collaboration lark is a nightmare. These bloody artists can’t stick to the script to save their lives. The story was originally about the plight of impoverished French farmers in the nineteen twenties!

Anyway, be sure to check out Scary Go Round a week from now because that strip is so awesome it will make you shit out your spleen through your eyeballs.

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God’s Gift to Oxygen

Friday, June 6th, 2008

Well, my Scary Go Round competition entry is up on their site today. The last time SGR ran a competition, I entered like a good little fanboy, but didn’t make it to the runners up (and the main site). I quite liked it, but I have to admit, the actual artwork was rather tossed off.

So, this time I decided to spend a bit of time on it (not to mention throw in a lot of references to old characters and storylines from Scary Go Round’s past). And pictures of hot goth girls can’t have hurt, either.

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Hoisted By My Own Retard(edness)

Friday, August 1st, 2008

Recently on The Collings and Herrin Podcast, Richard Herrin (Herring) has been expounding on the merits (and otherwise) of the 90s sitcom Goodnight Sweetheart. If you remember, it featured Nicholas (you plonker, Rodney) Lyndhurst as a bloke that regularly time slipped in order to commit bigamy in the 1940s. Not exactly the most sympathetic protagonist for a sitcom. What’s more, he would play Beatles songs to his hapless wartime pals and claim them as his own. What a dick.

I thought I was being incredibly smart when I wrote this Scary Go Round strip, which references an earlier SGR story in which Shelley travels back in time, plays Beatles songs and claims them as her own.?Hey, I’m sure that idea has been used many times before and since, but I thought it was pretty funny to suggest that Shelley had got the idea from the aforementioned, morally dubious sitcom.

Except I didn’t. In my script Shelley mentions “As Time Goes By”, which is something completely different, apparently a sitcom about Geoffrey Palmer getting it on with Judi Dench. So that clever clever gag of mine doesn’t work at all. Which makes me about 85% stupider than I would have done had I not bothered. In future I must remember to fact check anything I write, particularly if it’s something that’s going on a really popular website.

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Gig Review: Thoughtbubble Festival, Savile Hall Leeds, 15 Nov 2008

Wednesday, November 19th, 2008

OK I guess it’s not technically a gig, but if we wanted to be conceited and act like we were making a personal appearance, that is exactly what you’d class it as.

I had no idea that Savile Hall was named after Jim’ll. I suppose he’s considered to be the greatest living?leodiensian, but what about Andrew Eldritch? Arthur Brown? Andi Watson? Mel B? Science off of Big Brother? These things are far too arbitrary if you ask me.

We were, as I had previously noted, a man down during this convention. Andrew was actually at a wedding, but for some reason, his stuff just flew off the table. People couldn’t get enough of Chimpanzee Democracy, so he should really make an effort to publicise it. I guess that’s too “obvious”. Maybe if I don’t show up to the next con, it’ll be my stuff that sells like hot, shitty cakes. I can dream.

Something else I can’t believe is that even though there were Stormtroopers, Imperial Officers, various superheroes and manga characters, lots of girls with pink hair and a slightly chunky Tusken Raider, the only photograph I managed to take was this-

No stormtroopers. Move along, move along...

No stormtroopers. Move along, move along...

They were really good costumes too, even though one of them was (get ready for this…) too short to be a stormtrooper. No, really. Because of this gross lack of foresight, I shall have to rely on ages from my sketchbook instead.

 

They wouldn't stay still

They wouldn't stay still

As I had not gotten up early enough I was in a bit of a rush to get to the venue, and neglected to bring any pens. Luckily the bloke next to me, Ben Powis had tons of them, and I’m really grateful that he let me borrow a couple. Unfortunately, his art was really good, so people went straight to him without noticing our stuff. I really have to start insisting that we get placed next to crappier artists. Still, at least I was able to while away the lonely hours drawing Batman.

 

My lovely assistant, and musical director Ol, here looking a little more like a salty sea dog than he does in real life

My lovely assistant, and musical director Ol, here looking a little more like a salty sea dog than he does in real life

Lots of people asked why we need a musical director if we’re a comic (I said we were a collective. That’s a lie), so I pointed them (and you) towards our fantastic musical animations.

In addition to seemingly vast quantities of Andrew’s comic (which I feel I can take a small measure of credit for, as I came up with the name), we sold a fair few back issues (bissues) of Hope for the Future which I presume is because they are so cheap.

Idle sketchings

Idle sketchings

The hard sell is something I still struggle with (along with basic human interaction), so I think I sometimes have difficulty putting my work over across as well as I could. But I have discovered a solution. Alcohol. Ol decided he fancied a drink so popped out for a bottle of vodka and some coke, not forgetting the lemon. We may have been drinking out of plastic thermos cups, but we’re not barbarians. Seemingly in no time at all we were shitfaced, which made it incredibly easy to go and say hello to people (yeah, about that, apologies to the artists behind?Scary Go Round, Reet!?and?Fetishman. And possibly a few others that I don’t remember. It is we who were the drunken fools babbling at you).

Self Portrait: drunken comic artist in his natural environment

Self Portrait: drunken comic artist in his natural environment

Being slightly tipsy (to say the least) also improved our sales technique. This manifested itself in our shouting at hapless passers by. Amazingly, many of them actually bought our comics. In the final ten minutes of the con we sold probably more than we had done all day up until that point. If anyone ever tells you that alcohol is not an answer to life’s problems, they have clearly never tried this. As the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi would have said, it totally kicks ass.

After the convention, as I believe R Kelly once said, is the After Party. Unfortunately in this case it was about three hours after, and we had sobered up by then (and I had resumed my usual sullen demeanour), and this, in addition to the fact that it was being held in a stupidly expensive bar (yeah, because comics people have tons of cash don’t they?) and a very brown room playing the kind of non-music that makes Morcheeba sound like The Mars Volta, we buggered off to a nearby old man’s pub and drank weird, cloudy cider. At the end of the night I was bundled into a taxi and trundled home, losing a Robin of Sherwood series two DVD boxset in the process. I may now no longer be able to watch The Swords of Wayland, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made. We had a great con, and Herne himself would approve. And then probably spout some mystical bullshit about light and darkness. But he’s like that.

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