Monday, January 22, 2007

Cheerio, Milan.


At the moment I'm working on a six-page comic strip. But I can't tell you anything about it. It's a top-secret project and I've been sworn to secrecy. All I will say is that it's based on a real person, and this is a pain in the arse. It's really difficult to get facial consistency anyway (which is why I reckon the superhero costume was invented in the first place; especially Spidey's.) but when it's based on someone real, it's bleedin' obvious when you haven't got it right. I must've used up at least half a rubber (eraser, if you're a Yank) on just one panel. Still, I'm enjoying it, and it's lightyears away from 19th-century Yorkshire, and that can only be a good thing.
Aston Villa finally won on Saturday. It was only Watford, and we struggled, but we got the result. We struggled mainly because of the woeful finishing of Milan Baros, A dud Czech we finally got rid of today. The shit I've had to put up with at work! They're mostly Birmingham City supporters (or Bluenoses, as they're called around here. I prefer the term 'tossers') who have been doing well lately. They beat Newcastle in the F.A. Cup 5-1, and to hear them talk, they'd already won the fucking thing. I'm not one for predictions, but I will say this. The only way Blues will get on an open-topped bus this year is if the club goes on an outing to Blackpool. Did you hear the one about the official Blues Diary having our honours in it? According to the official Birmingham City Diary, they won the European Cup in '82, the Super Cup in '83, as well as seven League Championships, seven FA Cups, Five League Cups and the Intertoto. They wish. All they've ever won is the Auto Windscreens trophy, a poxy wooden shield thing they had to beat the mighty Carlisle to get. Baros might've been shit, but even he could score against the scum. (see picture)
Doesn't anyone want Juan Pablo Angel? He's like a jigsaw puzzle; he goes to pieces in the box. All he needs to do is learn the offside rule and how to go faster than 'walk' and he might do the business for you.
I seem to have digressed. Football again. I apologise. Normal service resumes soon.

2 comments:

Jemima said...

I'll 'ave 'im. I could use someone to put the vac around. My friend met Juan and said he was loverly and very interested in other people. Maybe he gets distracted because he's so caring, and forgets to leave a defender between him and the goal.

mick said...

Only at the moment the ball is played.

He wouldn't need the hoover, seeing as he sucks so much already, the monobrowed twonk.