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Bugger! Sorry about that. How do you make the image smaller?

Pah. My web-fu truly is pish.

Here's my effort. I wouldn't claim its an original piece as it owes way to much to the Kevin O'Neil drawing at the top of this here thread.

In my defence, it was only when I sat down to do something I realised I had no idea how to draw a comic character from scratch. I'm more used to drawing stuff I can look at and there being a lack of demonic aliens around these parts I had to go for the next best thing.

So how do comic artists do it? Do you get your mates/family to pose for you then draw the weird bits round them? Only kidding but can anyone recommend a decent guide to start with as I've got a bit into this now.

I sketched this to get my head round the image before painting it but chances of getting that done for the deadline ...hmm.

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My perception of time is really stuffed then.

I feel like I'm still twenty odd but I'm two decades beyond it. Summer days seem endless (could be the near perpetual daylight up here in the north) but the weeks skip by. Sometimes I see stuff from the 70's and 80's and it feels like history then I go "Hang on, I remember that on the news only the other day!"

So there you go, time is malleable, it stretches and contracts like old knicker elastic and its up to you to make sure its you thats doing the stretching.

Actually, does time exist at all or is it just something we invented to keep track of things?    

I stand corrected on the riots issue then.

More horrible things to do with a pint of cider in the 80s - a Red Witch, pint o' snake bite with a pernod and blackcurrant thrown in. Merrydown and Superlager being the ingredients of choice for the true conisseur.

More great stuff from the 80s. Record shops in Glasgow, Virgin when it was acoss the road from Central Station and a shithole of a place, but an interesting one. Then the one up the street from it(was it Bloggs?). Records on the ground floor then a subterrean basement full of badges, tee-shirts and dodgy looking  punters.

In hindsight the eighties was a pretty weird time.

It was the decade of disaster (Chenobyl, Piper Alpha, Lockerbie, Kings Cross, Herald of Free Enterprise to name but a few), Cold War got as hot as it ever had since the Cuban missile crisis (Criuse missiles, SS-20s missiles, Pershing missiles to name a few).

A revolutionary government was in power (The miners strike,inner city riots (when was the last time there was a riot eh?, privatise everything)).

Good thing we had The Tube, Channel 4 in general and the John Peel show.

Achtung panzer is indeed a great site, panzers and tanks in general being endlessly fascinating, closely followed by early Cold War US aircraft.

But you can keep your modern tanks, nothing beats the Panther for sheer coolness.

Dunno if its still there but there used to be a Jagdpanther in the Imperial War Museum. One side was cut away so you could get a keek inside. The other side had a neat 3 inch hole that looked as if it had been melted through the armour. I still wonder if that was the one that got it...

Anyway, how come we invented the bloody things yet all the ones we made in WWII look a bit half arsed?

I met a bloke once who had a working Sherman, he told me that he wasn't allowed to take it on the motorway but he did have one of those big WWII American half-tracks that he was allowed to, so that kind of made up for it. Lucky git.    

Prog 1486 - Dredd- three naked women in a shop window and all these mega-cits walking by  not paying a blind bit of notice.

It really tickled me that did. Kind of says a lot without saying very much.

Just one more thing that makes you want to give your prog a big hug.

And then of course there is the question of how it actually works (apart from "very well thank you").

Can rich cits pay a premium to get good weather round their gaff?

Can you book your weather in advance?

Hrrmm...being dead hasn't stopped other 2000ad characters in the past but I reckon Mr R is a man of his word, however, we do appear to be running out of good guys on this strip.

OK, Brand is really dead. Mr Rennie is far too good at his job to pull a cheap bring-him-back- to-life stunt. But...

the Demonjenny and Brand going to the dogs plot thread has been running through the series almost from the begining. Brands death must be significant to the plot (unless Mr R is getting really nihilistic).

How about...

 Ravne and Kostabi go head to head. Absolom influences the outcome one way or the other. Ness and/or demonjenny meet sticky ends in  the ensuing punch up.

Brands death brings Magister on-side with Hannah and Lawrence who give the winner of the Ravne/Kostabi fight a righteous kicking. Sort out loose Ness/demonjenny ends.

Magister, Hannah and Lawrence walk away into the sunset. Nah. Too Hollywood.

Unless...

Slater-in-a-jar turns out to be mini-Ravne.        

Hmmm...sounds very plausible to me.
Absolom - yep, I missed that piece.

Absolom nicks Ravne. Who sorts out Kostabi? My money is on Hannah and Lawrence or possibly Magister?

Sound of straws being clutched in background.

Fun with trying to guess what is going on in Gordon Rennies heid.

Ravne is going to have a square go with Kostabi over paternal issues and to take over his place as occult top dog.

Demon Jenny is now in Ravne's gang as hired muscle. Ness is Ravne's creature and has faked Brands killing as Brand has a part to play in Kostabi's comeuppance.

Hannah, as the third main player in the piece will need to choose between Ravne's gang and Kostabi,  siding with Ravne to prevent impending apocalypse at the hands of Kostabi.

Kostabi is defeated, Ravne is triumphant, everybody else feels grubby and used.

What part Magister has to play I do not know.

Anybody else got any idea?        
   

   

I saaaay you chaps, sorry to be such a frightful bore but where might one furnish one's self with a small sherry and a copy of the London Times on this thread?

By the waaaay, I doooo like your check shirt.

I entered that Xmas Radio Times compo to win a full size dalek though Christ knows what I would have done with it if I had won. Would have made a spiffy clothes horse I reckon.

What I've always hankered after is a couple of garden ornament daleks, foot or so high and weather proof then plunk them in the garden next to the shattered remains of a garden gnome.

There could be a niche in the market here.

Happy New Year to the board.

I had a traditional Hogmanay of drinking malt whisky, watching the Lord of the Rings and not getting any sleep because of bloody fireworks. I ask you, can't folk just get blootered like we did in the old days?

Resolution: get another letter printed in the galaxys greatest.