"From the ages of five to eleven I would daily walk to this school and be taught the variety of skills and knowledge that would assist me in later life—and in this case I do mean the ones that I was taught in, not the ones that I learned after school, behind the bike sheds from the strange old bearded man who always had tasty candy for us all..."

"Who's to say that what I tell them on Monday won't do the same to someone else, that thirty years down the line they might be a famous writer on the verge of selling millions of copies and they might chalk it down to the enigmatic bearded comic writer who gave him (or her) hope when they were a child? Maybe they're a drunken, broken failure, their life and marriage ruined due to an obsession that they were never able to fulfil, a stupid dream given to them all those years ago by a bearded bastard with a grin who swayed them with talk of milk and honey in the world of the writer?"

"From that we launched a hundred balloons up into the air above the Thames, and some of these had cards that gave free year long subscriptions. Amusingly, these had seemingly been tied together earlier, and flew off as a bunch, separate to the rest..."

"Back To The Teacher..." Where we talk about returning to school after more than twenty years, the launch of a new weekly comic called The DFC and the showbiz party that ensues and the upcoming London MCM Expo...

He's Only A Writer. Every Monday at Comics Bulletin.

Just heard from Warren's mailing list - Rory Root is in a coma following an extensive hernia operation.

Many of you here don't know Rory, but he's a hell of a guy, a hell of a retailer and one of the first people in the US to stock my books. He's a mainstay of every San Diego Comic Con, sitting on his stool at the entrance to his booth, chatting to old and new friends and customers alike.

If ever the power of positive thought needed to be proven, it's now.