Strip For Me

So it's not the sixteenth, I suppose that you noticed that? This promised update is late for its own sake, I'm afraid, and the lengthy but quite dull story of why that is so shall not bore your eyes, dear readers, I owe you that much. Not that I have too much to update you all on of course, but I did want to quickly mention some of the comics people who made the Expo weekend so enjoyable for me.
First of all, as ever, the inestimable misters Goodbrey, Fryer and Baillie were all out in full effect, keeping me laughing well past normal folkses bedtime. Mentions too should be made of the brothers Goodman, the Rubins sisters and the single entities Daniel Hartwell and John Aggs. The illness-prone Shane Chebsy was there too, as expected, and that giant among publishers Chris Staros (when are we getting another Staros Report, Chris?). Added to this was the usual mix of friends, acquaintances and semi-dazzling stars that make up the bulk of any show. A special recommendation should be made for the third issue of Commercial Suicide edited by Alex de Campi and Kieron Gillen - the best by far so far and spectacular in its joyful wrong. Essential.
Also, this weekend's update may be a little late, maybe. We'll see. I hope not.