Relocation, Relocation, Relocation

So if you're still reading this site, you'll probably not have realised that I've got bigger things going on. I'm currently in the process of setting up a bigger site and everything over at http://www.willeth.com, with forums, podcasts, sketches for everybody, and everything. You should go check it out.

A Silver-Coloured Byway

Good gods, Peel, you need to get your ass into Macc. Right now. Or I'll eat your children with wasabi.

I seem to have come up with a job to do, although it was originally Doug's idea. I'm gonna scope out the charity shops and pound shops in Macc and all that jazz, and sell everything on eBay for a profit and a half. Not exactly the best paying job in the world, but it's better than the daily grind. And it actually makes use of my Internet addicition, so hurrah.

I optimised my brain today. You'd all better watch out.

Public Service Announcement

I'm back in Macc and I'm ready to rock out with my cock out, hang out with my wang out, or rock on with my frock on, whichever phrase you dandies prefer. A couple of things:

1) I have a myspace page now. Go and seek me out, you girls.
2) The Bouncing Souls' new album fucking rocks.
3) It seems I'm going rambling tomorrow. Wish me luck.
4) I've entered the 21st century, finally. Wireless everything. Get in.

Anyone who's out tomorrow night needs to get goddamned ready. We won't be fucking about.

Arty Farty

It seems that the main thing that I'm doing with my life right now is drawing. This rocks, incidentally, but it also has its annoyances. Two comics a week might not seem like a lot, but when you're up against a deadline that horrible beast of Procrastination rears its head, alongside our old friend Anarchy. And I rebel against it, even though I enjoy doing it, simply because someone else wants me to do it.

Viggars wants me to draw a knight on a flying unicorn soaring over a valley for his book. I'm not entirely sure whether that denotes good content.

Anyhow, you want to know what's really annoying? Peel got less than Siân on a quiz I devised about myself. Either he doesn't know me at all, or she's been spying on me rather cunningly. I'm not sure which scenario I'd prefer.