I got back from the Wambam Club about an hour ago and I'm having
second thoughts now about not having a compere for "The Information".
Not doubts. Just thoughts. But that's not why I'm blogging. I just
phoned my imaginary girlfriend and I need to come here and hide. I need
to post my two days 'orth. I need to buy myself some time before
finally, definitely knuckling down to that sketch about Tesla- I've said
too much... So yes, I got round to unpacking and boxing all the stuff
my parents left for me and one of the last items to turn up was this,
from the earliest comic of mine that I can find. The other strips were
all Leo Baxendale
knock-offs like the stuff I've already posted. I called them "Willy The
Kid Books" because that's basically what they were, except for this
one. Here, for once, the 5-year-old me decides to do away with the usual
stumpy-heads-have-accidents-at-the-fun-fair-or-museum structure and go
for something a bit more epic, Peer Gyntish even, involving a bride, a
groom, a baby, a tramp and a harpy. The more I look at this story, the
more I like it. And I don't think you're supposed to understand what the
harpy's saying. We'll speak in a couple of days. Night night.
(originally posted on myspace)
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