He tumbles out tellingly because our man and his proverbial trolley parted ways way back in 2001 since when, we learn later, he's been on the run from the police. I suppose all that has something to do with The Veiled Lady's henchmen wearing deep-sea anglerfish head masks when they kidnap our titular protagonist who apparently will remain nameless and dump him in a supermarket shopping trolley. You wouldn't really forget that one, would you?Īlso, drugs: I remember a great many drugs and extreme vacillations between "Comics are ephemera, bound only for bins" and "Comics are the last medium unsullied by compromise with corporations - like the one that publishes most of my comics" depending on which horse du jour he felt like backing that day.īut before we begin, may I take a personal moment to say how fondly I recognised and remembered Glasgow's Botanical Garden Gates, having lingered there long-time, but not with all those plump, floppy fish seen skewered on its weathervane here? I remember "passionate", "compassionate", "fiercely intelligent", "parapersonality" and "transtemporal, pansexual, mulltidimensional fight for the future's freedom". I don't think I've every typed the words "Morrison", "predictable" and "pedestrian" in the same sentence before.
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