These things were at semi-regular intervals down the whole street, I think they form a complete poem? I am not sure; it was really surreal.

So, I went to Manchester yesterday. I parked illegally in Derby near the station and availed myself of a train. I have not been punished and I feel this sets a bad example to the children.

In Manchester I got to talk to a judge (no, not a judge, sadly), I bought an overpriced cheesecake, watched someone watch people, read poems laid into the pavement, played amongst children in the science museum, stroked my chin in the art gallery and drunk a beer in the Hard Rock Cafe. It was a day of experiences, for sure.

In the evening, on the way back to the station, I espied a comic shop, still open at 8pm. Inside the shelves had all been pushed back and tables filled the floor: at these, nerds were playing games with some kind of collectible cards. At first I ignored these strange people, indulging in such an alien past-time, and merrily scoured the new comics for those which I follow. It soon became apparent, however, that these were very much my kin. On one table a man argued vehemently with his fellow the necessity of sharpening wolverine’s claws, on another a small conclave pondered the true identity of Supernova, one young man quoted a Penny Arcade strip to the room in general.

Speaking of nerdiness, I did it again. Only, now that your trust has been earned I stuck some less… accessible stuff in this one. Sure, they might not open as strong as the last batch, but if you stick with it then the truth of the word will become clear.

Now that’s what I call Aaaaaughibbrgubugbugrguburgle – volume two
Patient notes: I’m upping the dosage of AAC in this one. You responded well to the last treatment, you should be proud.