Thursday, November 09, 2006
Gone To Launch.
Guten Tag! Last night was the launch party/exhibition for the MC2 book . I say party, but unlike every other party I've been to, I didn't vomit. It went very well, and I think I got away with pretending I was a real comics artist. We signed and scribbled on and sold a fair few, almost enough to cover our costs with frames and so on. Thanks to everyone who did come along, especially the ones I know, as I know it was midweek, there was a match on nearby,etc.,etc.,but I appreciated you making the effort and coming along. We had pictures taken for the Birmingham Post, and my ugly mug will be in there this Saturday. I ruined fellow contributor Andy Baker's copy by drawing a classic ejaculating cock (You know, two drops of spunk coming out of the end, the classic public lavatory doodle) on the inside cover. He liked it, though. He nearly ruined a young friend of mine's book by drawing a spidey with his balls hanging out, until I told him how young my friend was, so he covered Parker's penis with pants. Oh, how grown-up and mature we all are! The exhibition continues until Saturday, so if you can make it to the Vaad Gallery at the Custard Factory, pop in and have a look! (I'll be there invigilating on Friday, so if you need extra paper just put your hand up.)
Afterwards, we went to the local boozer, where hardcore comic artist John McCrea had a pot of tea. Hunt Emerson got a pot of coffee. Rock and Roll! After a short time, though, just me and another contributing artist Jason Dennis (Who will be a big star one day. He's so talented he makes me sick.) were left. We ended up talking to some students who had bought our book, were enthustiastically nice about it, and dragged along, against my better judgment, to a student night at Snob's, an exclusive plush exotic nightclub in our city centre. As you can see, (well you would've done if Blogger actually let me upload the photo. Bastard thing.) I was wearing a suit. Everyone else had wildly coloured hair and dreadlocks, I was dressed as a lawyer. I stuck out like a blind cobbler's thumb. Jason was alright, though, as he always dresses like Michael Ryan; well, he's always got a camouflage coat on, anyway, so he fitted right in. Even though we're both at least a dozen years older than everyone else. Despite this handicap, though, it was a good night, but I am too old for this shit, as Roger Murtaugh keeps saying in all them bloody Lethal Weapon films.
Addendum: Blogger has now been gracious enough to include the photo, finally.