"TIME..."

Rumours of my recent death are...well, just that: rumours...

Still, it was my b/day a couple days ago and, at my age, each b/day is like a little death in its own right. So, we usually celebrate them round our way by playing Russian Roulette, Vietnamese style. Or kicking a crack-dealer's pit-pull. Y'know, doing something life-affirming, something that gets the corpuscles a-flowin'...

My scanner is dead tho. It has flatlined. Goodbye, ol' faithful electrical-item of 10-years good-standing. The landfill doth call thee.

Shame, there was some interesting stuff I wanted to post recently. Some dumbass books and things. 70s porn-mags. Columbian pysch-folk albums. No, really.

Still, here's a pic that my good pal Andy Clarke sent me, of our old 2000AD character Rose O'Rion. "Has it really been 10 years?" he asked. Yep, I'm afraid it has.

"Time, he flexes like a whore..."