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I give you fair warning: I’m about to shamelessly talk about nine panel-grids. Smelling salts will be provided by the ushers. You must be this high to ride. No Pregnant ladies, minors or Marvel-style comic script writers will be allowed entrance.

For those of us who move in cynical, brandy-sipping circles, it’s become common to hear gentlemen of the chattering classes snooty comment that “Ah – Alan Moore. Genius, clearly but he’s somewhat lost it in recent times”, before snorting a fat line of terribly-moreish cocaine off the nearest passing bosom. They don’t mention it publicly, because the fellow’s retiring, but they’ll be handing mining licences out on his grave soon enough. You might consider this a pre-emptive critical strike.

Panelbleed updates.




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