The last two weekends I’ve gone outside, an achievement in itself, but this was no ordinary visit to the Post Office, this was a comics related double adventure.
Having learnt much from our previous festival adventure with Aaaah Distro, our plan for the Green Man was simple. Using a converted wheelbarrow snaffled from Granddads shed, we would distribute the pound-costing periodical directly to the people.
It was a strategy that worked out splendidly, without much recourse to fruit market style shouting the timid punters began approaching with their pound coins like so many woodland creatures. Soon thereafter gaining confidence they returned for the other issues.
The weather was helpfully glorious, only once did drizzle oblige us to prevent the Comix Readers getting soggy by applying a plastic sheath.
Sadly the sign that took me ages to paint will have to be redone should we be so fortunate as to return next year as the new improved Comics Reader 5 will cost £2.
With the aroma of portaloo still detectably about my person, I found myself on a train on the way to the Edinburgh International Book Festival, which this year included the incredible Stripped strand.
Anyone (myself included) whose ever spent good drinking time in a pub moaning about how comics aren’t taken seriously by the literary establishment will have to find a new subject of complaint. The final few days of the festival was overrun with comics related events. The fancy hotels of Charlotte Square reverberated with the sound graphic novelists jumping up and down on the beds. The Authors Yurt was stuffed with comics artists greedily quaffing free whiskey between mouthfuls of free cake like Dickensian vagabonds let loose in a plum pudding shop.
The list of Comics creators involved was huge, there’s a rather good and highly detailed report on FP blog, about it which I would recommend. My own event involved myself and Hannah Berry in conversation with David Bishop, which seemed to go quite well. Here’s a picture of me about to answer a difficult question.
I was gratified to see Small Press included in the festival in the form of a mini comics fair. I broadened by practically non-existent knowledge of Scottish Small Press by acquiring the pictured items, which I shall review on this blog at some point soon.
For me, the other big thrill was to finally see The Black Project on the shelves alongside other books in a bookshop.
I’m still not entirely calm after all the excitement and over stimulation involved in these two adventures, but I’m pleased to report that I’m none the worse for it, and that Granddad never realised his wheelbarrow was gone.