Bristol Comic Expo.

Who's going?

The wife had the foresight to book us into the hotel that the convention is in months and months ago, so that when Saturdays geek feast is over, we'll be right there at the bar to drink ourselves silly and to argue with the best of them about the more important things in life - Who is stronger, Hulk or The Thing? Can Wonder Woman have Superman's babies? and the ever important subject of Marvel Magic.

Unfortunately, Brains here neglected to order tickets to the convention in time and as such has lost the opportunity to attend the Saturday portion of the show. Sunday tickets are still available, so if you're headed out there, best grab 'em quick.

Still, the hotel is booked so we've a lazy Saturday in a hotel bed to look forward to before the ever important philosophical debate later that evening.

When Sunday comes around though, we'll be out there on the floor pimping ourselves silly and begging for work.

Which reminds me, Anyone want to buy my book?

G.

Red Dwarf: Back to Earth.

Here's my thoughts on the Boy's from the Dwarf's return to the little screen.

Ten years since their last outing, many Smeggies (as I understand we're called) have been waiting for this, but did the crew of Red Dwarf deliver?

My thoughts.


I liked it. I missed the canned laughter and I hated the super imposovison cgi sets (nothing can beat the over cheapness of the original BBC sets - corridors made of milk crates and walls covered in old keyboards to give that "techie" feel), but I dug the overall project.

The first show was weak and left obvious loose ends from series 8 wide open, but by part three things wrapped themselves up nicely, well not the original lose ends, but the ones episode one created.

It's not the Red Dwarf of old (and without Rob Grant, never will be) but it was enjoyable. I'd watch it again.

Rob Grant left after series 6 and took the funny with him.

That's not to say I disliked 7 and 8 with Doug Naylor as the main writer, but it just lacked something without Rob. It seemed that the only funny gags were the ones recycled from earlier episodes - ( How many times did Cat complain that "None of my suits will fit" or "Wear that with this? Are you crazy?"

If you've ever read the novels, the Grant Naylor two are naturally classics as they take straight from the TV show, but the other two differ greatly as each writer writes his own. Rob Grant writes Backwards and Doug Naylor, Last Human. Now both books are VERY good, but Rob's just seems to click with me more. Is this because he is a better writer or just more in sync with my tastes? Who's to say.

The point remains though that when Rob Grant left the project in 1993, Red Dwarf lost a step for me. It's still great, I still love Doug's work, but it's just not the same.

Rob Grant's writing, along with that of Douglas Adams, was what turned me to writing in the first place. If you are to ever read my book, I'd hope that you be able to pick up traces of them in my text - not literally though, as then the books would be far to expensive to print.

So in closing, Back to Earth was a fun 90 minutes. Not your Daddy's Dwarf by a long shot, but there's still something there. I just hope we get a series 9 to figure out what it is.

Grant Perkins.

Venger.

Hey guys and Gals, here's a fun new pin up for a book called Venger, out sometime this summer.

Colours are by my very talented wife.



How cool is that? Girl got talent.

Grant Perkins.

The doctor asked me if I was on steriods.

The doctor?

Geez. You'd think a guy would know better. I'm not *that* big.

So after a 5 day course of antibiotics from Dr.Roid, I'm still sick - hence the second visit. This time I've been given some super mega antibiotics (Dr. Dumbass thinks the other ones must have reacted with the steroids in my system - wtf) so hopefully these little red pills will get rid of the nasty living in my throat.

Off on an easter egg hunt with Vinnie today. Should be chocolatesugarushtastic.

Ninja Babies, Red Dwarf and a satisfied cactus.

Being ill sucks.

The last few days I've been suffering with the tonsillitis from hell. Feeling like I've given oral sex to a giant cactus man, I've had two days with no voice and five without any real solid food. On the plus side, I've had my wife taking amazing care of me (thank you baby) and making me yummy ice-cream and fruit milk shakes. Yummy!

I've been Re-re-re-re-re-watching my Red Dwarf collection this week in preparation for this weekends Red Dwarf specials. Between following the preview footage on the Dave website and Robert Llewellyn's Twitter account, I'm all set to be back with the Boy's from the Dwarf.

Anyway, enough babble about my life, you guys want to see some pretty pictures.

Here's another ten pager for sore thumb press. It's called Ninja baby - see if you can guess what it's about.

G.

Dog Blog.

I noticed yesterday that the blankets the dogs sleep on were getting a little stinky. Now I wasn't doing anything in particular, so I figured I'd give them a bit of a wash, so the dogs could snuggle down into some nice clean bedding and the kitchen might smell a little better.

So I loaded them up in the washing machine and let it do it's thing.

About an hour later and the deed was done. Now having washed the dog blanket before, I was fully prepared to clean out the filter. As you'd expect, it gets all clogged up with dog hair and various other canine gunk. This involves getting my hands all slimy while using a sharp knife to pull the hair out.

A sharp knife that more than happy to slice the top of my knuckle off.

So with all that done and the bleeding attended to, I took the blankets outside to dry - after what they did to the washing machine, I wasn't prepared to risk the tumble dryer. So I tiptoed out through the mine field of dogie poop to hang the blankets up on the line.

Shorty afterwards, Eva and I went to Canterbury.

As i noticed night creeping in, I phoned Conner to nip into the garden to bring the blankets in before they started to get damp again. A simple task that he was more than happy to do.

Later, when we arrived home, I noticed the dogs looking upset. It was well past their bed time and their bed was missing. Conner had forgotten to get the blankets in.

So I tip toe back out through the field of doggy poop - this time by torch light - to bring the blankets in. They have to go over the radiators to dry off again.

Shortly afterwards, the blankets are finally dry and the doggies have a nice clean (and warm) bed to spend the night it.

Mission accomplished.

This morning I come downstairs and give the dogs a morning pet and tussle and glance over at the nice clean dogie bed.



The bastards had pissed all over it.