Piles of bastards

Due to a surfeit of obligations, blogging has taken a backseat of late.
Boxes of Bastards 2 now sit in my hallway, awaiting distribution to said Bastards.
The finished article is a thing of wonder, a real fat proper BOOK!
Last week Ellen Lindner organised a mass Whores of Mensa comicsigning at her pad, a rather jolly affair with booze and cake.
I discovered that Richard Cowdry has moved into our neighbourhood, upping the concentration of comicfolk in NW10.
Applications have been sent off for the upcoming french comicfest and I am attempting to complete my other assignments with looming deadlines while still overseeing the rehabilitation and relocation of my mother.
All in all, busy busy times...

Angoocomic

I seem to be making progress.
Slowly.

Gin Palace

I've been working on an eight-page contribution to Rob Jackson's forthcoming Gin Palace anthology. Here's a sneak preview of the first page. I haven't settled on the title yet.
With a lot of different projects on the go at the moment, I just have to keep plodding on, trying not to think too much about how much there is or it gets too overwhelming and I grind to a halt.

Serial killer booze party

The French Music Bureau's Christmas party at the French Institute was a very civilised way to spend a thursday evening. It kicked off with a showing of Buffet Froid, Bertrand Blier's very black 1979 cult comedy of lovable serial killers (Gerard Depardieu, Bernard Blier and Jean Carmet) with a live musical accompaniment by Olivier Mellano ( it was really good but an occasional break would have been nice for him as he played constantly for the duration of the movie).
There was nothing cold about the ensuing reception where the champagne flowed, the nibbles were forthcoming and the highly amusing company got even more drunk than us..