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"Remember to hit Art first... he's the one causing you all this pain, not me. now Chop! Chop!"

Chop chop, eh?

Aye ... and I just got the joke :o)

rentaghost?

Hey, graffiti is for amateurs! All my stuff is subliminal, so that if readers meet Gary in the flesh it creates a strange urge to punch him while screaming about four months of sleepless nights.

So it should make Wintercon interesting ...

Hmmm, a old saying springs to mind ... something about silke purses and a pigs ear

Hey, no miracles. I can only work with the material you've given me ...

Until 5 this bloody morning, ya fecking slaveddriver!

Not half as fun as seeing Gary Wilkinson obviously pissed...

"During Necropolis the then cheif Judge (Silver?) made error of judgement and died"

It's all in Theatre of Death, which is reprinted (hurrah!) in the current Extreme edition about Dredd vs Death with some loverly artowkr by Mr Ron Smith.

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It was indeed Silver who was Chief Judge and the error of judgement was that he ignored Dredd's advice not to give Kracken his full eagle. Dredd takes the long walk and Silver gives Dredd's badge to Kraken to cover up the fact that Dredd has left. Kraken, already mentally flawed because of his Judda brainwashing, breaks under pressure by the Sisters of Death, Nausea and Phobia. When the Dark Judges take over the city, Silcer tries to commit suicide but botches it so the Dark Judges turn him into a zombie and make him their pet. They force Kraken to tear the Chief Judge's heart out every day for it to grow back and be torn out the day after that.

After Necropolis, Silver's still a zombie and returns to the Grand Hall of Justice where he claims he is still Chief Judge. After much argument, Dredd executes Silver for attempting to commit suicide rather than stand up to the Dark Judges...

It doesn't help that he looks like he's caressing the perp's head and is about to kiss him.

"You cant beat the Japanese......"

Yes you can. With a large stick. I know, I've tried.


Damn, I have to go back to my cell now ......

Since he was unable to get down to Bristol at Easter, I pitched a story on behalf of Mr Tips and we came in at a very credible fourth (just behind the vampire lesbian story...)

My main advice is not to ramble or mumble. Make sure you know what you're going to say and make that is concise but gives a good impression of the story you're trying to tell.

Despite several years of theatrical training, I'd not realised how rusty I'd got and I suffered from something I've never suffered from before - stage fright. Me voice started to wobble but I managed to keep that under control only for my leg to start going. Luckily I was wearing baggy pants, so hopefully no-one noticed (Art, Nat, Wils and others were there, so ask them if they noticed or not...)

The important thing to remember is to switch off from the world, take a deep breath and concentrate on what you're saying. And, in a strong clear voice, make your pitch. People like to see a confident performer and it will help your pitch no end if you're calm...

Remember: it's not life or death. It's just a pressured situation where the winner is usually the guy who seems to be having the most fun.

Also, maybe think of an unusual (but not crappy) way of presenting the pitch. There was one guy who won by delivering his in rhyme.

That's it. Good luck. We'll all be cheering ya on!

"It might help a wee bit if you said what your surname actually was, old boy"

Heh, who says I wuz talking ta ye, boney? ;o)

"Funnily enough I do make razor blades and run those hardware stores full of the cheapest tat on the less reputable end of the high street"

Funnily enough, I - nor anyone I know - knows the true meaning of my surname ...

Polite suggestions welcome

That AOL tart was in Fifth Element, briefly, playing one of the Trailer Trash air hostesses on the flight to the hotel ...

Um

We were watching my old taped-off-tele copy of Holy Grail t'other day and we chanced upon the Twix advert that had that Norm guy on them (remember, he was black and shite ... er ... white) So painstakingly annoying.

As for now, Linda Barker appears to have whored herself to all and sundry. Though I am heartily amused by the Curries advert where she pops up at the end brandishing a pair of scissors - PSYCHO LINDA BARKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!