The Birmingham International Comic Whatsit.
Alan and I have subjected ourselves to a rigorous preparation for this show, wrestling in our underpants, eating whole packets of Rolos and stirring lukewarm tea furiously in synchronicity to our faltering heartbeat while smoking soggy unfiltered russian fags stolen from the wreck of the Kursk.
We'll be there signing , drinking, performing illegal wedding ceremonies, and taking bribes.
We'll be signing at 2000ad's booth, and I think we're doing a chat about what'll be happening in Tankville... but let's keep it vague at this point, as I haven't a clue.
Come along and subject yourself to our averted gazes and mumbled curses.