So last thursday night I turned up at London’s Forbidden Planet store to sign some Ubu Bubus. I’ll confess I spent the day kinda nervous, successfully transferring these nerves onto Sarah through a hurriedly scoffed sushi dinner, before slinking into the store and being welcomed into the bowels of the FP megastore itself. With a sensible haircut and sharpies i was ready to say hello. HELLO.

Thank you to everyone who came out, it was a real good turn-out and we ran over our time slot by an hour. You were all quite exceptionally warm and lovely.

I didn’t just sign like this. I swear.

Thank you to Lou, Jon, and everyone at FP for being so welcoming and even preparing biscuits which, through some kind of madness, i turned down. and now regret more than anything in my life ever.

Me attempting to draw Space Raoul. I’ll happily admit, I’m shit at signings. Turns out I can’t socially interact, talk, and write my own name at the same time. I have no idea what I wrote in people’s comics, though I seem to remember making endless mistakes. brain no work so gud. apologies if i ruined any worth of whatever I signed!

(thank you to Frankie for the photos!)

After the signing I finally got to meet some fellow DFC-ers, including the exceptionally and almost-sickeningly talented sarah mcintyre and gary northfield, along with some lovely people from the Cartoon Museum, not to mention the few good friends who still talk to me. Oh and the angry drunk growelling man, who was from the north and would have killed someone if his limbs could understand his brain.

For the next four days after that I was enjoying Frightfest, london’s annual horror film festival. And it was so much damn fun. Highlight films that I’d thoroughly recommend were Dead Snow (of course), It’s Alive (terrible, but good), Trick R Treat (one of the most fun films of the year) and Human Centipede, which is possibly the most bizarre and disturbing movie you’ll ever wish you didn’t see, yet somehow it works.

And now I am home. Ahead of me, two weeks of practically being a hermit again. In about two weeks time I’m upping sticks and leaving Brighton after 18 months living here, to go and live with the alarmingly tolerant Sarah. I’ll be very sad to leave, but excited for what may come, and keen to find a thorough working schedule again. So i’m up to my teets in boxes and duct tape trying to pack everything, and still trying to get some great new secret Chaffy stuff ready as well as keeping on top of other work. it’s gonna be a mad coupla weeks.

sensible news update ends. back to your meatballs.

jx

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