Spleen, phlegm, beer and madness.

Like most folk, I'm impressed by people's reactions yesterday - mainly in that everyone seemed to be worried about other people, rather than about possible risk to themselves. Indeed, in the pub last night I felt it necessary to use a phrase of Kinky's - as phlegmatic as the spittoon at a bronchitics convention. Oddly, nobody thanked me for providing them with that most excellent mental image. Philistines.

Anyway, I hope all the remaining people who couldn't get in touch with yu yesterday have now done so.

About 1500 Met officers are being brought back down from Scotland. As an unnamed person (for as long as he keeps up the payments, at least) said, "That's two cities that will be safer tomorrow, then." All the photos of violence with protesters have Met officers in them, apparently.

John was there, too, which was good. I don't see him very often these days. He had a folder of copies of recent . . . well, not cartoons or comics, precisely. Largely text, with included newspaper articles, relating to his current Project. Unsurprisingly, very very strange.

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Errr . . . could do. I don't think I have anything else arranged then.
good lord, John Miller
haven't heard much from him since I used to run Caption magazine and he used to send me comics and long letters detailing his recent encounters with 'powering' and suchlike.
Re: good lord, John Miller
He's older and a bit more reticent than he used to be, but apart from that he hasn't changed much.
as phlegmatic as the spittoon at a bronchitics convention.

Thank you. That's a fun mental image.