Fetishman

ALSO

the middle of february is, of course, that time of year when the whole country celebrates the anniversary of mrs geof’s-mum discharging me from her womb (in a small village just outside norwich, attended not by my dad but an english sheepdog apparently). As such i will, once again, be retaining the back room of the york brewery for the application of booze. The evening of thursday 15th of february (yes, i know, friday would have been easier on you all but a) it was booked and b) the 15th is my ~actual~ birthday). If you think you’re invited you probably are.

EDIT #1:
being a lazy lazy man the details of the plan are almost entirely without noticeable detail:
1) get to brewery about 6pm
2) stay ’til closing (11? 11:30?)

EDIT #2:
yars, the last trains back from york to leeds are:
23:07 23:13 00:33 02:15
all of which take about half an hour. cost of cheap day return is at present £9.10 which works until about 4 in the morning – not actually that cheap, but then the bus runs at pants-o’clock and takes an hour or more.
x

somewhat late i know, but there’s a new comic up on the site now.

strange news – the cafe-gallery that’s hosting the fetishman exhibition at the moment coffee, cake and kink is in legal dispute with its landlord. It’ll mean a lot of upheaval for al and sonja if they have to move so dropping in, perving at the art and saying hello would be a more than welcome break for them. If there can be said to be a bright side, the fetishman exhibition is staying up until all this is resolved, so if you’ve not yet seen it you’re in luck.

on a non-fetishman-related note i’ll be in an upcoming comic-anthology called “fat chunk” devised and organised by the irrepressible jamie smart. you know him, he did “bear” and will soon be known for space raoul in the dandy. in fact, i owe the man an entire post of promotion some time soon …

laters,
x
geof

merry seasonal so-forths one and all!

i am, it turns out, terribly terribly chipper at the moment. yay! following on from the birmingham comics convention …

( 2 days in “the custard factory”, ably assisted by the young-but-so-hairy Will. we made enough wongah back to cover the stall cost, which was a delightful bonus. This could well be attributed to the prestigious quantities of biscuits we distributed and Will’s talent for making people buy stuff. much to our surprise we also met many entirely sane and socially capable comics people! and we also found Will a wife (she manages a comic shop). having successfully managed to meet up with tim & jen at scruffy murphy’s i do believe the overal result should be recorded as: fetishman empire(1) rebel alliance (0).)

… and thursday’s excursion to london to “make an appearance” at my art exhibition at coffee cake & kink…

( with too short a notice for me to truly rally the armies of darkness it was a quiet affair, made quieter by my failing to notice that the cafe shuts at 8 and i’d been thinking that 6 or 7 was a good time to arrive. poop. after some leet driving skills from the doesn’t-he-look-a-bit-russian Will i rolled up about half 6 and Will, alone in a car in an unfamiliar-city-that-his-father-had-warned-him-about, surprisingly managed to find parking space and ~not~ get gang-raped to death. i met a couple of charming strangers, one of whom hadn’t been threatened into attending by friends of mine, but generally it was just me and Will and Bob-nah and Kristin and my brother-in-law David, and briefly Carl. Thus food was had, and then booze. and then, according to the ancient rite of “boule-o’clock”, midnight boule was played on shepherd’s bush green. The car journey back from london was a special kind of hell, but on re-examination it has been roundly agreed that it must have all been a bad dream: creative history (1) traffic jams (0))

… i seem to be a strange hybrid of stressed and happy. utterly utterly bizarre.

an xmas-esque cartoon awaits the unwary here!

also, i’ve just signed up for the uk wbe & mini comix thing in london this coming march (17th).

have much mulled wine and joy,
x
geof