Happy Easter. The time we remember the pain and suffering and violent death of Jesus as he sacrificed himself to save us by eating Creme Eggs. It looks like Easter Monday will be a nice day as well, not pissing down like every other Bank Holiday Monday.
I was out drinking until very late last night, it was a MC2 meeting, and then I bumped into some old schoolfriends of mine, one of which is a TV star! His name is Imran and you can currently see him in the Computeach advert where he plays a binman or summat who retrains as an IT expert. He's so good at IT but he still can't type.
A good evening was had, and was rounded off by a mad African man who kept shaking my hand in the taxi queue and warning me to stay away from women.
So I spent today recovering and watching what passes as entertainment these days. I watched Prince Of Egypt, an animated version of the Moses story, where the Hebrew slaves were so oppressed and brutalised by their Egyptian captors that they felt the need to burst into song. I watched three minutes of 102 Dalmatians, and hangover or not, I will not watch that shite. I ended up watching the best 25 TV cars or something on Sky, where they counted down the most memorable motors from the telly. I was incensed that the Batmobile only came fifth! Patrick Macnee said that 'you can't call a motor car sexy! Female genitalia, that's sexy!'
Why, Mister Steed, what an old perv you are! The General Lee won outright, which I think is pretty fair. Easter telly is shit. The 'Good' in 'Good Friday' obviously doesn't refer to the TV schedule.
In my other life as an artist, I've finally got a page done of Septic Isle; that's it at the top, there. I've also got to do a strip for the MC2 mini-comic which has got to be done by the end of the month, and I've had a couple of scripts sent me from the U.S. for a horror anthology. If these people knew I spend my days watching programmes about KITT and Bergerac's car instead of drawing I'd never get any work.