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Thanks to everyone who helped me escape the sheer grinding misery of existence in a wildly hedonistic weekend. Everyone who played dress-up and put up with my drunken ranting and thought it wasn't too disgusting to drink Sangria at Sunday lunchtime. All the shiny masks. All the posing pancake-makers. Hostess and birthday boy, birthday girl and sister. Good party gods.

UKCAC diary page 3UKCAC diary continues with my descent into the evening. There is a huge porcelain zebra in the hotel foyer. I put on an ill-advised tight-fitting gold velvet top and lose patience with people trying to decide where to eat. The iron-willed dictator we're all missing is Fiona Jerome, at that time heading out of the comics scene to form a brand new magazine called Bizarre; she didn't make it up to Manchester for UKCAC. The tall man I'm burbling at is Gavin Burrows, Zineking of the Brighton small press scene. Into the hotel.


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1st Mar, 2004 14:53 (UTC)
Ah, memories...
It's all flooding back... Shall we know such times again?
2nd Mar, 2004 05:26 (UTC)
you're on the next page, I think
.... but then, you probably could have guessed that.
2nd Mar, 2004 08:14 (UTC)
Re: you're on the next page, I think
Oh, I know this comic of your frighteningly well. I think it's one of my favourites, and not just because I'm in it.

This was what started the whole Weekly Strip thing for you, wasn't it?
2nd Mar, 2004 08:32 (UTC)
this is the one that's to blame. I'm running it now because I'm spending my time (at least nominally) on another project, although at this rate I'll have run out of archive material before I've even got the script finalised for it ...

Did ya see this story in the Onion, by the way ?


I'd laugh, except ...
2nd Mar, 2004 11:10 (UTC)
Re: yep
I was particularly struck by the phrase: "At that point, he got real quiet and stared into the shed for about a minute. I figure that was when it hit him."
1st Mar, 2004 15:37 (UTC)
Porcelain zebra?
How many limbs? ;-)
2nd Mar, 2004 05:25 (UTC)
the usual number
Though it was sculpted lying down, so they were folded back under the body. It was surprisingly large.
2nd Mar, 2004 06:56 (UTC)
I love crosshatching. And the leopard skin print dress lady. And by the way, the Voss-Gardner algorithm perfectly describes the rubbishy aint-ever-gonna-eat crowd behaviour observed here (it's also quite good for modelling clouds of flying sparrows).
2nd Mar, 2004 08:37 (UTC)
she marks an important transition moment in the evening
between whiny anxious blathering and lazy stoopid drunken having fun. Benign evening goddess who says, "Go now, relax, but not so much that you draw on the tablecloths, ok?"

Shamefully, I've forgotten her name, though someone who knew her better sent a scan of the page to her, way back when.

Nowadays, I play the iron-willed dictator (Dictatrix?)
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