Go read my UKCAC piece in Fanscene #2

I’ve written a number of UKCAC pieces on my blog here. One of them has been slightly adapted for the second issue of the splendid fanzine, Fanscene.

The 50th anniversary mentioned is of the first British comic convention in Birmingham in 1968 which essentially spawned not just the British fan scene, but also the British comics industry. Every year since 1968 there’s been at least one large convention held in the UK,  sometimes these events were thrown together in the last minute, or in the case of today there’s at least a dozen or so large conventions with hundreds of smaller cons of varying quality filling up a busy calender but there’s no way this would exist were it not for the work done in the 50 years since that first con.

So, download the magazine here and enjoy what is a smashing good read.

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I’m suffering from Superhero film exhaustion

It’s New York Comic Con this weekend which means reams of stuff being pumped out by the major film and TV studios, lots of cosplay, some stuff about games and toys, plus more TV and film. Everything!! Even some comics at a comic convention! Shocking I know.

Anyhow, the new Aquaman trailer has dropped and it looks alright.

I’m not going to see it at the cinema because it’ll be a waste of time, and frankly, I’ll save my tenner and wait til it comes on the likes of Netflix. I don’t think it’s going to be a terrible film; in fact it’ll probably be fun but we’ve been here and frankly, it is bloody Aquaman, a character who’s been a running joke for much of his six plus decades since he first appeared in 1941.

There’s also a Venom film out this week which is getting dreadful reviews and indeed, trailers look appalling but again, I’ll catch it on Netflix because I’m bored with massive media companies milking their properties regardless of whether people actually want to see them, or they’ll be very good. Instead it’s a case of throwing product out (and this is indeed, product), having a big week or two then tailing off. Repeat and rinse.

But this is all becoming exhausting, and frankly, boring. We’ve got a new Batman film coming drawn probably from the works of Alan Moore and Frank Miller, plus a few Joker films also drawn from Miller and Moore. Of course film companies are going to milk a genre while its hot, but this is genuinely exhausting to muster up any joy anymore. There will of course be a time when the superhero film tails off as studios suffer diminishing returns and the taste of audiences change onto something else. We’ll still have superhero films just not as many, and not as many pointless ones telling stories we’ve kind of seen before.

Til then try to get excited about bloody Aquaman!

Wax and wane

I am broken today. Two comic conventions in as many weekends and no break has pretty much outlined my limits post-stroke but thanks to events outwith my control I only have one more event this year before being thrust into the year 2019 where lots of things may be happening.

But the latest show I’ve done was probably the weirdest place I’ve done one in 35 years (and that includes nearly selling comics at Glastonbury) which was Mark Millar’s old primary school, St. Barthlomew’s, in Coatbridge. Upon driving to the school it dawned on me and my driver Jordan, that it was a fucking primary school, and that means everything in it would be wee, and of course it was. So big hefty units such as myself squeezed into tiny wee chairs meant for frames far, far, far younger than us. Also,we expected to turn up and for the dealers to be in a central gym or hall but we were strewn through the corridors of part of the school like discarded Panini World Cup 2018 stickers.

Luckily I ended up with a spare table, so managed to take over the end of one such corridor like this.

Plus I was positioned next to someone I’ve only spoken to online, so it was nice to put a face to the name and as the doors opened at 10am that was consolation for the fact nobody came to where we were. but with a wee prompt for the staff, and some carefully placed arrows, there were soon people coming up our alley for comic, and comic-based, delights.

And I ended up having more fun (while obviously making enough money for the day to not just pay for itself, but so I can put money in the bank) than I was expecting as it wasn’t just the faces that have become familiar to me over the last year, but loads of kids who were attracted by the impressive spread Mark and his staff had laid out with lots of guests like Frank Quitely, Leah Moore and cast members from Still Game and Burnistoun. Many of these kids had no idea what comics to collect having just come down to see what was going on, or come with a mate. I was taught years ago by someone wiser than me to encourage the kids because if you don’t, there won’t be an audience in the decades to come.

And that’s what made this event something a bit different, and a bit more fulfilling than just flogging comics to folk. Keeping the flame burning and passing it on to kids, boys and girls, was great but it’s worn me out . As for the show overall, it’s always hard to say when you’re stuck behind your tables, but people clearly enjoyed it and although there were problems (the cramped space being the biggest one, and although some of the issues were teething pains some things will need to improve if there’s a next time. Having a free for all for tables at a show where to be honest, too many tables were sold, was a big mistake especially when dealers left better positions very, very early in the day leaving some areas virtually dead)  I’d do this again next year.

But I’m done for now. One more show this year, which means I can regroup and plan out 2019 a bit better than just letting it happen and hope for the best which to be fair, is how I’ve led my life up to now but look where that’s led me!?!

Come to Mark Millar’s Coatbridge con and say hello

If you’re one of the lucky 200 to have a ticket then swing by, say hello and buy some lovely comics from me. I’ll have a bloody good selection of back issues priced reasonably if I say so myself and it promises to be a comic convention a wee bit different for a good cause.

The ‘Treasury of British Comics’ panel from SDCC 18

I know there’s a few folk who read this blog who are big fans of British comics, so this panel from this year’s San Diego Comic Con which discusses the history of British comics. There is an over-long explanation of the concept of girls and boys comics not to mention other diversions, but for fans and historians it’ll be an interesting 45 minutes of your time.

San Diego Comic Con Cosplay

Back in the old days of comic conventions we used to have a fancy dress competition which would normally be won by one of the few women entering, or by some bloke wearing the inside of toilet rolls on his arms to pretend to be Mr. Fantastic. Invariably it’ll all be a bit naff and fun with the occasional time of it being something very good indeed.

Then in the 21st century fancy dress vanished to be replaced by the juggernaut of cosplay as fancy dress and play-acting was consumed by capitalism, but it’s hard to be too cynical as after all, this is (done right) essentially just another form of theatre which brings me to the Masquerade Ball at San Diego Comic Con. The ball is the Oscars of cosplay with a touch of Glastonbury Festival, so seeing as things are a bit shite in the world have a shufty of these videos to cheer yourself up a bit.

The comics of San DIego Comic Con

Every year at San Diego Comic Con there’s endless trailers for films and TV programmes not to mention some often awful tours of the convention or some good ones like this.

But for me if I got myself there I’d go round the dealers selling comics and quite literally I would expel every bodily fluid I coujld at some of these tables looking at some of the books on display. So this video is basically hardcore porn to me.

Sure there’s a lot of slabbed books there but bloody hell, if I were to win the lottery I’d be bankrupt if I was unleashed in there.I’ve seen, held and even sold some of the key books on display in the video but never in the condition of some on display here.

So enjoy and remember, if you want to get me a Christmas present I’ll accept the original Jack Kirby pages…