Egg-scuse me but what a week it's been! A week full of traditional Easter things like hot-cross buns, chocolate, daffodils, more unseasonable snow and of course the mandatory celebratory roast meal and the celebratory drinking to excess; followed by the traditional slow, bed-ridden recovery and stomach bug-attacked mental atrophy and depression.....
But that aside what a week it's been for reaching out to the out-there people and acquiring of all things, some fans of Gindylow Bright Books, Words and Pictures. That's right, fans I say, FANS! Great wafting, beautiful peacock feather threaded fans to cool the fevered brow of self-doubt and self-loathing (well that's two brows, but you sort of get the elaborate metaphor I'm sure).
Yes, the good but rather immodest Mr Bove decided to create a fan group on that modern Internet megaphone, Facebook and ruthlessly exploited his tenuous friendships by begging his meagre 35 friends to come see these very pages. And come they did (in the arriving / stopping after a journey sense of the verb), in their droves of 11 or less. We are extremely grateful for their support whilst wondering what happened to the other 24 face book friends of poor Mr Bove? We also hope that having perused our wares and having laughed, pondered, scratched their heads in confusion and going on to read the naughty adult blogs instead, they will return again and write some encouraging comments on our articles.
But I digress. The other great wonder of this week is that Mr Bove, despite recovering from the afore-mentioned drinking and staying up 'till 4 in the morning, spending the rest of the week sick in bed and now generally feeling a sense of cosmic angst and despair overwhelming him, has had time to create yet another of his fine Ghost-writer comic strips. A fitting reward to all those who are now Fans of Gindylow. In lieu of badges and signed photographs of the staff, this one's for you.
Over Eggs-cited Trev.
The Ghost Writer # 2 The Eternal flames of Hell
