Loads of them. Thanks to Keef, Cian and Hayley for some of them.

Classic shit. Lyle Lovett and Sonia o' Sullivan.

Yeah, Yeah, so I robbed this one from Robbie? What's he going to about it? Nothing, that's what. Shane Mac Gowan and Odo.

The late Brian Lenihan and the great Boris Karloff.


This ones Cian's. Larry Gogan and Grampa Munster. Uncanny.



Another one from the Cian Machine, Tony Fenton and Dracula. Both suck the life out of people.


Eddie Hobbs and the Count from Sesame Street. Or Puppet and the Cunt?


C'mon. Too easy. Willy O Dea....

Ryan Tubridy and a young Hugo 'Agent Shit' Weaving. Anybody think of a good one for Tubridy?

Anthony Hegarty from Antony and the Johnsons doesnt look like a Gorg from fraggle rock. He/She IS a Gorg.

I just thought of this one today, Pete Doherty and Helena Robbie Bonham Carter

Ah, god bless the internerd. I've had this one in my head for years. Steven Tyler from Aerosmith and Jen the Gelfling from the dark Crystal

Billie Piper and Bingo from the Banana Splits. Remarkable.

Ted Bundy and George Bush. One's a heartless murderer, the other's Ted Bundy

Oh Scary. James Hetfield and the Cowardly Lion. Faggots.

Please leave a comment if you have any ideas for other ones.

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Cleaning up and throwing out loads of shit before we move and I'm finding loads of stuff I've forgotten about. Found the flyer below and I had forgotten all about Pour Scorn.

Somebody emailed me last year asking what the story with it is so I had obviously hyped it a bit. I never distributed the a4 flyer as planned, the contact details of the comic shop were never filled in and it was shelved along with Pour Scorn.

After rushing into self publishing the first two MBLEH!'s I started yapping and swapping with other smal pressers in the US and UK. I had never seen handmade comics before and looked down upon the idea of photocopying and stapling all your own shit. So I just lashed out the cash
for a full print run of MBLEH number 1. Only after seeing the quality of some of the handmade stuff did I realise the error of my ways. In some people's eyes MBLEH! was a slick piece of work
but I quickly came to see it's downsides; preposterous amounts of grayscale colouring, computer lettering and scanning in a frame at a time, never doing the whole page on a whole page. I began to envy the artists who done the whole thing the natural way.

I had done issue one and two of MBLEH but still felt that I hadn't paid my dues, hadn't learned the trade the way others had. I resolved to make a 20 page a5 photocopy job with a 2 colour handpressed cover with all the artwork done in the traditional way, Pour Scorn. I'd still rely on the pc to do some lettering but the rest would be ink and patience. Besides the artistic side of the handmade stuff, I admired the freedom of being able to do a run of 100 copies and generally just dick around. The first story I done for Pour Scorn was 'Evil Machine' my first attempt at hand lettering and shading. I was happy with it and done around 8 pages of it when something happened. Diamond decided to distribute MBLEH. I had to stop work on Pour Scorn and lash into making issue 3. Still haven't done a handmade comic, the appeal has sort of waned in favour
of the 15,000 copies of the Shiznit I can churn out. Man, I hate collating pages anyway. So that's
what happened to Pour Scorn for all the 3 people who knew about it.

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Yep, trying to sleep in a car. I think its a Volkswagen Polo. I only ever slept in a car once before
and that was a Micra with around 5 lads which was understandably terrible. I thought I'd be able to get a good snooze in a Polo all to myself. Wrong. Lissen dis: I realised the key to sleeping in a car around 5am, an hour before I had to get up, several hours of discomfort. The trick is not to be sucked into the idea that since a car seat can recline to a near horizontal spread= horizontal bed. It may be relaxing to wind the seat down when being chaffeured around but not for sleeping. Even people who don't have cissy back pains would admit that the spine isn't taken care of.

The trick is to put it at a 60 degree incline, the red circles indicate the strain put on your neck, knees and general backment area:

Man, I've slept in some crazy, silly places over the years. I've been planning a comic on the subject for years. Since I've become a pussywillow who lives with his bird, doesnt drink much and rarely socialises I haven't woken up in skips over the past few years. One of many wierd sleeps I've had was around 5 years ago. I was blazing away with a mate up in his Ma's house, she had freaked about finding me on the couch every morning so I was barred. It was pushing 3am and we had work in the morning and I was too paranoid to make the 10 min walk home. I told him I'd sleep out in his shed.

The shed was a grand affair altogether, more like a small extension to the house, electricity and a light bulb and crammed with standard issue shed gear. I got two garden chairs and lay across
them, draped my jacket over my head and passed out. It was good weather and I was snug. There were small slitty windows in it and the early morning summer light woke me up, forgetting where I was lay there a sec to gather my thoughts, I opened my eyes to a shocking sight. The place was covered in slugs. Covered. The walls, the door, the fucking lawn mower, everywhere.


The thoughts that they were crawling all over me freaked me out and I jumped up and ran home, washed and scrubbed myself like a rape victim. I got into work on time and clean for the first time in months. My mate rang me to say his Ma barred from the shed because I left the door open. You can't win.

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