Hello, my name is Cal Hamilton. I include that piece of information for the benefit of readers of the recent Malone strip on 2000AD. I didn't use a fake name to be sly, I just thought people would guess Malone's secret right off the bat if they knew I'd written it. Seems to have gone down well, anyway. Standing ovation for Simon Coleby, for the fantastic moody art.
Games Day this weekend. Are we excited yet? 10,000 people in one room, united by their love of Warhammer. Apparently, after last year, the NEC has insisted on crowd-control crash barriers to cope with the queues that form at my signing session. When I was told this, I thought they were joking. Then I felt very famous for about, oooh, ten seconds. Then I got over myself.
This week, Dan's been reading H.P. Lovecraft: Against The World, Against Life by Michel Houellebecq (which he believes is essential reading for any fan of Lovecraft OR fantasy fiction); he's been watching the final series of The West Wing (which he thinks is probably the TV show that all the other TV shows in the history of TV shows have been evolutionary steps towards): and he's been listening to Out Of State Plates by Fountains of Wayne (just plain good, and a brilliant cover of Hit Me Baby One More Time. Honestly).
They say truth is stranger than fiction. Here's proof. At Steve Irwin's funeral, they had the word CRIKEY spelled out as a floral tribute. You couldn't make that up.