What I drew at Camp Chugnut

I spilt tea on this picture, on purpose, and then added the white highlights at home.

The Squaw draws, we all ape Buster

Comics Camp 2010, oh what a feeling. If only we'd had a few over-and-under Winchesters, a few more tins o' beans, and a little more cap-wearin', we'd have had us a real survivalist, waitin' for the Big One sort of atmosphere. As it was, Jo Waite (above) had stuck a feather behind her braid and Michael P Fikaris (also above) never doesn't wear a cap, so we were certainly well on our way to becoming 'those suspicious in-bred cartoony types up thar in the hills'.

The Ping Pong was great, the surrounding green all-embracing, the non-stop drawing/writing/reading comics action a joy. Thanks John for organising the actual location and Anthony for organising this virtual location. Dem fine, chaps!

Andrew Fulton can cook.

This actually happened just like this. And I have photographic PROOF: