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Can we assume that the Judges will be getting their normal uniform soon?

They're all wearing it during the Cursed Earth flashback to the Great War etc.


As I recall, the civil war took place right after the atom war, in which case the Judges stopping to requisition several hundred thousand shiny new uniforms would be both a) a bit silly and b) a logistical nightmare, considering that half the eagle-shoulderpad making factories who were sitting around waiting for their chance probably just got nuked to bits.

Siku draws Teen Titans, with script by Al Ewing.

I should like to obtain copies of this "Slaine, as written consistently by Pat Mills". All I seem to have is the wildly inconsistent version.

Damnable pedantry. Perhaps a better phrase would be "Slaine as consistently written by Pat Mills", thus making the act of writing consistent and not the writing itself.

But I've already conceded the loss on this one, so I'm just going to bury my head in shame and pretend I never started the whole thing.

Fair enough, it having been work for hire in the first place does complicate things somewhat. Still, it's worth considering that if Slaine was a woman,
he'd be Pat Mills's commonlaw wife by now.

'Reprehensible'? what, for making money of a product they have licenced?

This whole side-discussion is obsolete now, but I'd still like to say that they'd be reprehensible in the same way that the Kalashnikov company is pretty reprehensible for making money off their product.

I don't see how this is relevant. Slaine does not belong to Pat Mills, no matter how much he, or anybody else, brays about it.


That depends upon your definition of ownership. While the legal rights to the character may belong to someone else, I posit that ownership, at least morally and creatively, will rest with its originator, at least in a case such as this: a collective work, such as Dr Who, say, is a sufficiently mongrel creature that the entity with perhaps the strongest claim to ownership will be the BBC, but not so in the case of Slaine. Our one-time guest Mr Saville may have written a book about a Celtic chap who enjoys his warp-spasms and has a suspiciously familar name, but that's not the character who appeared in all those progs. We're dealing with (at least) two seperate literary creations here: "Slaine, as written consistently by Pat Mills" and "Slaine, as written by everyone else".

Legal ownership is quite irrelevant. Morally and artistically, Slaine is, art-based discussions aside, all Pat's. It's highly reprehensible for Black Flame to publish books such as this, even if it's legally tickety-boo.

My point wasn't that comics are childish, but rather that we are, and we do love our toys.

Watching that twat demonstrating the new fold away machine gun looks like a stupid overgrown kid with a new toy.

Point of order: isn't that what we comics nerds are, by and large?

Not got sky broadband myself, but a friend of mine spent four successive months trying to get them to get their asses in gear and sort his out. Apparently, they got a jillion more people signing up than they expected, and the system's all clogged up with half-made accounts.

This reminds me of that episode of Henry's Cat, where Henry's Cat is watching TV and the newsreader declares that there is no news today, showing his piece of paper to prove it.

I tickled her nose with my great big duster.


Someone had to do it.

My vote is cast against these Floydian plans! I like the old-school charm of the board.

That's brilliant. Why didn't it go on, though?

It's gone down again now, but from the comments on this thread and my wacky imagination, I can only picture the TARDIS floating slowly down a motorway in the way that the new Daleks are so insistently wont to do while accompanied by some rather fine comedy piano-jazz chase music, like that early scene in Ghostbusters.

It's a funny image.

I'm definitely loving the artwork; but the storyline isn't grabbing me as much as I'd initially hoped it would. I wouldn't count it is one of Si's better works.

Twin Kingdom Valley was the finest of this genre, as I recall. As a bairn, it took me literally years to crack this on the Acorn Electron.