Chillin' with ma comic book homies.
Spectacular day today. Just spectacular.
I started out with my usual monday trip to Poole with Tim. We bout some comics, ate some pizza, and had a slightly uncomfortable train journey when we stumbled across Jack. Still, it was better than any of the trips I used to make with Leo. I've been going to Paradox for well on a year and a half now. Ever since the same day the skeleton of 'Escape' was filmed. That's pretty cool.
After cooling my heels at home for an hour or so, I hopped back on the train to go to Poole once more(using the same tickets, as they hadn't been checked. Naughty me, right?)
I unicycled to the comic book meeting that takes place first monday of every month, and bumped into Andy(the comic shop owner) about 300 yards from the shop itself. He'd just given blood(for the 35th time!) and was searching for something to give his blood sugar level a boost. Shame the shops were closed.
I was really early to the meeting, so we hung out and talked in the shop for an hour or so, about a lot of stuff, from comics to distribution processes to Heroes.
The meeting itself was fun. The discussion was spirited, and it seems that people find me ranting about bad comics(and things I hate in general) to be hilarious. Should there be more of that here? Anywho, I got to use the phrase "Bumf*ck, Ohio" multiple times, so all was good.
We then went to the pub near the shop for the usual post-meeting drink. I say usual, but I've never been before because pubs scare me. I'm really glad I went this time, because it turned out that one of the members of the group is AJ Butchers, writer of the Spy High series of books, a few of which I own. It was amazing to meet not only a published author, but one whose work I'd read and enjoyed. I'm sure I plagued him with far too many questions, but he didn't seem to mind.
Everyone tried to convince me that I'd end up going back to university in the future, which I'm dead set against. One guy(I'm terrible at names and also faces) recommended selling all my stuff and 'picking a direction and walking in it'. Whilst I like the idea, the only things I have of any worth are the things I wouldn't want to give up. Still, I do like the idea of leaving the country, and if my trip to Japan goes well I may consider moving there.
After the drink(where I had a single coke and nowt else) I waited at the train station for a good 40 minutes, meeting a bizarre, drunk, on-sabbatical rail worker who was obsessed with odd hats(like the one I was wearing) and with showing people his scarred hand(his left middle-finger had been lopped off at the tip by a railroad spike). He was entertaining to talk to, as was most everyone I spoke with today.
I really should get over my fear of people and speak to more strangers. Persons can be really interesting.