Loving the Love (and Rockets)

I just spoke on Tuesday at 'Reassessing the Aesthetics of Trash' at MMU. It was a great conference, especially Bryan Talbot talking about Alice in Sunderland. There was a really interesting set of papers, which I'm too tired to write about now, but will post some highlights soon.

I spoke about digital (online) narratives and comics/animation, and as part of the presentation, reworked some bits of Love and Rockets stories into sites to illustrate the points. Here's the fake pages I made, posted here because I think they look cool, especially Maggie's Facebook page.











Because the conference was in Manchester, I stayed at my Mum and Dad's in Chorley. We went to the oub last night after all the conferencing was done and dusted, and my dad told me the weirdest story. Last weekend he was in the pub with his mates (bear in mind at this point that he and his mates are all over sixty - kind of like Last of the Summer Wine in Lancashire), and there was a bloke in there with a lovely little dog. So, being the animal loving type, my dad goes over and strokes the dog, and says to the bloke, 'That's a nice dog, what's it's name?', to which the bloke replies, 'Are you a Manc?' (as in Mancunian), so my Dad says 'Yes'. The bloke spits back, with no joke intended, 'Well, FUCK OFF!'. My Dad just walked away, bemused. Is that the most asking for a fight thing you can think of? It turned out he was a copper too!

A bit like this;