Category archives: Comics

Woah! Woah! Woah!

o there I was, on Saturday afternoon, chatting with Dave Fanning about Hergé, his (great) works, and the (not-so-great) Spielberg/Jackson adaptation of said works, when we got to the sticky issue of “faithfulness”. I may have (accidentally) ended up sounding… continue reading »

Become an Ace with Hohner…

In terms of desperate, ham-fisted attempts to ollie aboard the trend-wagon of the zeitgeist and incongruously link one’s product (in the sceptical public imagination) with a fad du jour, this advertisement, from a 1978 Whizzer and Chips, takes the piss-biscuit.… continue reading »

The Image at the End of the Multiverse

A few years ago – back when I was notionally engaged in the non-writing of a doctoral thesis – I would pass the below painting several times a day (as I journeyed back and forth from the office). Part of… continue reading »

I Must Obey You, Girl in the Mirror…

Back when I was a wee lad, I never lost my temper. I never accidentally stabbed my sister with a metal badge in the shape of a thumb.1 I never did anything wrong. Ever. There was, however, a small boy… continue reading »

Night of the Big Heads

The below image – a framed print of which sits atop the loo in our poky downstairs bathroom – is problematic for at least 4 reasons. 1) It conflates big heads (i.e. big brains) with cruelty and mercilessness. 2) It… continue reading »

The Electrickest of Picknicks

So there I was, on Saturday night, sitting ‘neath a tree amid the detritus of a Mad Hatter’s tea party when John Waters storms past – scanning the ground and glaring. “Who’s yer man?”, asks the English brother-in-law. I explain…as… continue reading »

Graphic Content: The Big Comics Chat

Attention fellow nerds. Should any of you be heading to Stradbally, Co. Laois for this year’s Electric Picnic feel very free to pop along to the MindField and buy me a lemonade. I shall be there, on stage, hosting a… continue reading »

Follow the White Rabbit (A World Cup Special)

Several years back, during yet another of the many football tournaments in which England have bowed out like whimpering dogs covered in mange and puke, the residents of Albert Square sat down to watch an England match on the big-screen… continue reading »

« older posts