I feel a certian responsability to you guys, you've always been here for me, and all that, so I think leaving you behind is a silly thing to do.

I'm just so busy right now, and my scanner has taken it upon itself to die like an aged whore and cough its internals onto the ragged pavement of my desk.

Just remember I am still here, and that.

At the moment I'm working on an urban redevelopment project to alter a victorian pub into a cinema. Which is time consuming and difficult but also a massive departure from what I usually do. My political career has started too, as I'm heavily involved with the local socialist party. Neo Vicaria is coming along, and I just got contacted by another artist for Punk Rock Apocalyse so.... fingers crossed. I'm still writing and are you ready for this

WORKING ON A SUPER ULTRA SECRET SPECIAL PROJECT

Which will be coming out next year, Neo Vicaria will be out in January-ish, and if you head to my blog now, you can check out a series of short and very disturbing humerous storys about a detective who solves perverted crimes.

In solidarity my comrades.

Rev Gonzo

Thats right. I am very drunk, having swalloed four bottled of Kumala South African Red over the copurse of the evening. So, a good time for some news.

1) I have written forty scripts for my web comic. Which can be put online as soon as I find a person who will make me a website. Message me below if that person is you.

2) Neo Vicaria is going along swimmingly, and the first issue is almost finished. Bad news? We'll be launching after I've finished the third issue. That way, the Fourth and fifth will be well finsihed in time for their release.

I look forward to taking your money.

The ever living, ever loving Rev. Nick Gonzo.

DRUNK!

See theres a title you can't argue with, because mostly, its true, I am back from Holiday.

So news from my unimportant little company, yes thats right, i'm now incorporated, and soon little chunks of creativity in hard format will be flying around with the words "Gonzoid Atomic Comicbooks" printed in smallish letters on each publication.

First of all Welcome To Neo Vicaria has changed its name to Tales From Neo Vicaria, just in case we ever want to make another series after the five issue mini-thing due to hit you in the face about march next year. I'd like to tell long readers of my blog, and long suffering folks who actually want to read something I've made that THIS WILL ACTUALLY HAPPEN!

Thats right

THIS WILL ACTUALLY HAPPEN

Owing to the fact I've opened a joint bank account, got some complete scripts, the time to make it and am not dying of cancer.

Secondly, as soon as I work out how to make a website, which, for some of you will be easy, but for me is like trying to decode a forgein language written in lipstick on a mirror affixed to the side of the moon, and all I have to aid me is a camera zoom and and GI Joe decoder ring, there will be a webcomic.

This is called "The Death Of Les Paul" and when I started writing it, Les Paul was alive and fairly healthy. I blame me for his death.

It will be updated weekly, and run FOREVER, because, basially, they're kind of easy to make in comparison to everything else I do.

That is all until I can be arsed to update again, keep watching the skies,

Or rather my blog [link]

and my twitter acount [link]

Yes, keep watchig them.

I am sitting in a desert.

Calm down, its a metaphorical desert. ITS A DESERT OF THE MIND!

SO I am now redundant. My job is over and I am not looking for work, instead, I'm off to the Edinburgh festival. So you know, yay for me?

No, no yay, because I am still in this desert. I have not heard from the writer of WELCOME TO NEO VICARIA for a long long time. This is because he went to Waken, apparently the biggest metal festival in the world, or something, so he is dressed in a kilt running around germany drunk, trying to get people to kiss his axe

..... SEE thats not a metaphor, he really has a huge plastic axe and wants people to kiss it.

And secondly the artist I had lined up for Punk Rock Apocalypse has..... well I do not know wht he has because he has disappeared. The guy has disapperated out of existence. This might not bode well.

Anyway, as I learn info, I'll tell you stuff.

Meanwhile I gotta talk to this guy about his camel chewing on my ear....



metaphorically

I have been working hard at my job. So I'll tell you somethings I do during the day time. A day in the life if you will.

I awake at 6.30 am and drink a litre of human adrenocrome so i can be awake, alert and not die. It also stops me from screaming.

Next i have a shower, and put some cloths on, preferably seperatly, but if in a rush, i combine the two. Seeing as I've taken all that stimulant, my stomach is the size of a wallnut, and therefore breakfast gets shunted out of priorities.

Next up, I traverse the deserts of the North, spending up to an hour and a half on public transport with smelly old people, brash workers in their suits, school children and horrible unemployed people with nothing better to do.

I arrive at my warehose, where the place is coated in dust, makes strange noises, leaks at the roof, creaks at the walls, floods from the drains, is freezing cold and swelteringly hot at the drop of a hat, and has huge rats constantly bugging me for food. I approach the latter problem by beating them off with a pool ball in one of my socks.

After a few mintes of work, I go to the shop of an energy drink, and possibly if i'm feeling frisky, smash the windows of the local hairdressers after he voted BNP. Me and the glasiers are friends.

Next I'll work for a few more minutes and then break for lunch. I go to the local school and throw handfuls of chips over the walls into their open mouths like a trainer at sea world.

Then I'll eat a pie, and give it a score on my chart. Guess what I call the chart?

Then after a few minutes work, I return home, and on the bus home i entertain myself kicking the driver in the back of the head, to make sure he's alert.

All for £14 an hour

At home, I come on here and talk to you and my other unwashed fans.

Thankfully you guys are the clean ones.

There you go. A day in my life. Have some revised competition rules!

COMPETITION TIME!

I am drawing Welcome To Neo Vicaria with J J Marmite, a fantastic steam punk author. Anyway, Neo Vic takes place in the far future, after humanity was wiped out in a huge war, all all their robots are left with nothing to do. Without a prime directive, they try and rebuild the world, creating old west type shanty towns, as they colonise the nuclear wasteland we left behind.

I want people to draw me robots, and give me short descriptions of what they do. Or simply write a description, give me a short story involving your character.

The more creative the idea, and the better the description the... well more likely you are to win.

I'll give you two months, and the winners get featured in the Art Of Neo Vicaria Sketch book, the Next level of winners get to entre the comic book as characters, and the best as judged by me and Marmite win a signed copy of the Trade Paper back.

Seriously men and women, get drawing and writing.

Collabs allowed, in which case you'll have to share the prize.

Full details here: [link]