BRISTOL: DAY ONE
BRISTOL: DAY ONE
I’m sitting in a Holiday Inn, staring at the screen of this god-damned bastard moneysucking internet VAMPIRE machine sat in the corner of the room trying desperately to remember the events of last night and failing.
I can barely remember who won what at the awards – Dom Reardon got something and THE LOSERS got something else, but I’m damned if I know what. Best Newcomer and Best New Series I think… Does it even matter? More kudos to them as they are Freaky Trigger massive whether they know it or not. The thing to watch at the moment is Dave Gibbons’ new hardback – (why these hardbacks? Who has the money for hardbacks? Is the average comic fan now a two-up-two-down-owning systems analyst from Surbiton with a Subaru who can afford such madness? Who are they aiming at?) – called THE ORIGINALS, a beautiful sci-fi take on Mod and all it meant. You heard it here last.
The other thing to watch is the death of the UK Comics Industry. Is this the hangover talking or was there a palpable sense of doom hanging like a terrifying pall over the whole thing last night? The creators and would-be creators seemingly outnumber the fans at the moment, and the general impression was some kind of boiling, bubbling cannibalistic soup, hundreds of beasts and creatures eating each other and themselves, not in some blood-stained nightmare of jealousy but in a bizarre love ritual from the depths of Coleridge’s worst imagining. It’s a truly beautiful thing but how long can we maintain?
And what mad superbeasts will be born – like the nine-headed creature of Revelation THE BEAST 666 – from the wreckage and mass of limbs? I’m about to find out. Here I go to tyhe main hall to find sweet goth girls, delicious bacon and the fruits of the New Uk Scene… the smell of xeroxed paper and mystery…
More later.
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