Who Needs Girls When You've Got Comics?

Talking To Oneself, I Have Often Thought, Is The Best Way To Be Sure Of Intelligent And Witty Conversation.

It's Stupid, I Know, But I Care. All The Things That Meant So Much When We Were Young. Under The Blankets Late At Night, Listening To Long-distance Radio. All Those Things Lost Now Or Broken. Can You Remember? Can You Remember That Feeling? Perhaps I Ought To Go To A Doctor.

It's Always Interesting To See What The Real Enthusiasts Think, But They're Rarely Representative Of The Tastes Of The Wider Audience, So I Tend To Write For Myself, For An Imagined Smart 14-year-old, And For A Couple Of Friends Who Are Still Big Comics Fans.

I Just Wanted All The Wars To Be Over So That We Could Spend The Money On Starships And Mars Colonies.

I'm The Evil Mastermind Behind The Scenes. I'm The Wicked Puppeteer Who Pulls The Strings And Makes You Dance. I'm Your Writer.