It’s been some time since the last time I left any deposit of worth upon the Internet. Remember, to build up momentum to write something profound, entertaining or perhaps useful to certain folks takes immense creativity. Recently, my creativity has failed me, thus leading to the point of thinking “Why bother?”

I tried a long time ago to be profound and indeed creative, thinking about why certain things are the way they are, but this was in different times, away from London, where if you let it, the anger builds up until you end up with the title sequences of Macgyver.

You need a break from the cold harsh world that we live in, and as I made an effort to leave the confines of the bat cave that is my hotel room / studio flat / set for a crap BBC 3 sitcom, to head over to the London Comic Con over at the court of Earl, perhaps it’s time to enlighten what occured in a comical, yet highly disjointed manner.

Now considering the rash of geeky, spotty filled posts spread very thin upon thy site, this is potentially the post which signals the Hughes train has derailed off the track of life with all souls lost in a fireball of woe and the government inquiry ruled “Never mind…. Pot of Jam?”

However, not being one to shy away from the sick freak that I have become, or Golem to those in the know, why not force your minds into a coma with some lovely wee-coloured pictures of the day?

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