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A mighty slab of a contest there folks, took me a good old while to read through them all. Seems unfair to pick just three when there are so many great tales but that's what has to be done unfortunately so with that in mind I'm going to plump for

1- Dan Dont Dare 2
2 - Bluemeanie
3 - Richmond Clements

HM - Lady Festina

But they were all great and enjoyed reading everything! Cheers!

Not a bad prog. I would rank the thrills in the following order, from favourite to least favourite

1 - Sinister Dexter: Nice  action, witty caption-ing, good sense of movement in the artwork, good bit of suspense surrounding the Charon character (love The Cosh's theory on this).

2 - Slaine: First 2 pages were a bit murky and repetitive but then it really got interesting and drew me in. I'm enjoying this strip lately, more than I've done in a long time. And though I dont usually dig Langley's photo-realistic ladies but he managed to pull it off (for me at least) this time with the demon-possessed chick. She's a bit of a hottie.

3 - Dandridge: Good art, interesting set-up, fun character and a nice ending. Just pulled all the right strings as far as I was concerned. Looking forward to this one.

4 - Dredd: Wow. Dredd was my 4th favourite story this prog. That's a rare and wrong occurance. It wasn't the art, which was very good, but the script that it let down. It seemed very choppy to me,  a lot of jarring scene changes, or jarring dialogue between scenes, or something. The conversation between Dredd and the Museum guy just didnt seem to flow right at all. At one point I thought a page might have been printed out of sequence.

5 - Future Shock: Although I enjoyed Alec Worley's Dandridge script I felt this one was lacking. Interesting set up and premise but ultimately it fell very flat and I didn't even feel there was a twist at all. Maybe it was because the twist took place over a whole page rather than just a quick panel or two at the end? Not sure but it didn't work for me anyway.

Yeah I saw this advertised in the paper last week. This will definately be a night out for me and the boy!:)

And supercalafragalisticAWESOME it is too!

Haha. That's some funny shit! "The other thing that makes in incredibly horny is warhammer".......lmao!!! Cheers for the link to that site, its a cracker.

I had a go of a racing game in a Dixons store last weekend....I'll be honest, I felt like a bit of twat, jerking an imaginary steering wheel left and right and leaning back and forth to speed up/slow down. I guess having a bunch of strangers standing around watching me do it didn't help. I think I'm far too self-conscious for this kind of thing!!

1666 refers to the year the meteor passed by and caused the zombie outbreak so that's is the year in which his wife and child were killed....as for their names...haven't a clue!

Ah, thanks to PJ breaking it down I get it now! It's a really cool idea, for sure, but it needs to be made a bit clearer whats going on. I actually thought there were two aliens, didn't get that Globis was the little orb thing at all. Like PJ I also thought the helicopter and the guy in the sphere were communicating with each other in the first panel. But, as I said, nice idea and with a little bit of tinkering it will work very well.  

Very lovely artwork. Very cool setting and suitably sci-fi. But I don't get it at all, I'm afraid!!! I am a bit dense sometimes though! Plus I'm just home from a very tough day at the office so braincells might not be firing to the best of their ability!

Of course we're interested man! They're very bloody good!

Yeah season 2 of IAP was probably the weakest of all the series (suffered from a serious lack of the brilliant Sally Phillips for one thing) yet it does contain possibly the best Alan scene ever shot - his re-enactment of the opening scene to The Spy Who Loved Me. Sheer brilliance. If you haven't seen it - here it is:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FbJDHn7B7gs

[M.A.C.H...D'Oh!]

This has to be the best turnout ever! I love it!!
Just about managing to squeeze one in myself. Really struggled to find the time this month but somehow managed to get it together at the last minute. My humble offering:


M.A.C.H...D'Oh! (499 words)

30th November, 1977.  
Arrived in Washington DC for a 'show and tell' with Sharpe and some top U.S brass. Load of nonsense. Do this, do that, sit up, beg, roll over. What am I, some kind of mutt? Got to meet President Carter but it didn't go too well. Broke his wrist and all his fingers when I shook his hand too vigorously, misallocation of strength, computer said. Idiot. Things didn't go much better at dinner. Grub looked tasty, tiger prawns, sirloin steak, that kind of thing. A banquet fit for a king. Didn't get to eat any of it though. Popped the cork off a bottle of bubbly at 200 miles per hour and brought a chandelier down on the President and his entourage. Wasn't a pretty sight. Although it did help him forget about his hand. After that, he was far more concerned about the hundreds of shards of crystal protruding from his face. So... Not all bad then.

21st January 1978.
Attended a family picnic I'd been invited to by Hickox, one of the project scientists. Nice fellow, collects stamps with pictures of butterflies on them. His wife, Nora, is nice too. We had some tuna-on-rye sandwiches washed down with home-made fizzy pop. Scrumptious. But it all went downhill from there. Played footie with Hickox and his boys and over-kicked to score a smashing goal. If only little Jimmy hadn't tried to save it, the ball wouldn't have cracked all his ribs and punched him fifty yards into a river. Luckily, Hickox was able to reach him and drag him ashore. Nora gave me the baby to mind while she tended to her son, but it wouldn't stop crying. I'd seen Hickox toss her in the air to calm her earlier and she'd seemed to enjoy that, so I decided to give it a go. Unfortunately, I got called away on an emergency before we could figure out where she landed. I'm sure she's turned up safe and sound by now though...

13th March 1978.
Scored tonight. Hot bird, blonde, big doodahs. Got her back to my hotel room and had a few drinks...we were getting on like a house on fire. Until we hopped in the sack for a bit of hanky-panky. Lost control of the old todger, was humping at a rate of twenty thrusts per second and couldn't put the brakes on. I'd finished before I'd begun. And what a finish. The force of ejaculation blasted her off the bed and sent her rocketing across the room like a semen-fuelled torpedo, out through the solid oak door and into the marble-walled hallway beyond. She was my kind of girl and everything. Hope she'll forgive me. When she comes out of her coma... Damnit. Being activated by compu-puncture hyperpower is all fine and dandy when you're saving the world or beating up bad guys, but I have to tell you, it don't half play havoc with your social life...  

I need to get a new job.

That's some good looking work there conceptboy!

Just watched ep 1 --- fantastic stuff! Skyrockets in to number 1 on my must-see tv list! Great!

Ahhh brilliant! Love Alan Partridge and had no idea about this so cheers for sharing!