
On Wednesday night after our Jaime Hernandez encounter, Sally Anne and I headed on to the Phoenix for Comica Social Club. There I bumped into
Alex Potts who happened to be touting his latest Lost Shoe comic,
Hand. I am an admirer of the gentleman's work, and this does not disappoint.

Thursday Nick and I took in the Bowie exhibit which was well worth the effort — a great use of sound and vision, covering all aspects of his creativity. The songs stand the test of time, and retain the old excitement in the gallery dedicated to his
live performance (or maybe I'm just showing my age).
Eat your heart out, Madonna.

Yesterday,
Gary Northfield launched
Teenytinosaurs with cake and booze. His whacky little creations frolic exhuberantly in the land before time bringing joy to any age group. If anyone is going to steal Quentin Blake's crown, I put my money on Gary.