Well blast me with a sand blaster there’s actually going to be a New York Comics Convention held early next year. They’re calling it, ‘The first three days of the future of pop culture’. Hmm, well, whatever. I’m seriously thinking of going. I’ve been to New York three times before. I love the place, the pulse of Western civilisation whether the city likes it or not. It’s so energetic and busy; there’s life there, Jim, but not as everyone knows it. I imagine it’s quite exhausting to work, never mind live, there. But New Yorkers seem so hardened to it. And the buildings are so tall you get vertigo staring up at them from the ground.

DC and Marvel and quite a few other companies are based in the city. The show is being held a week after my issue of Birds of Prey is due out, so it seems too good an opportunity to pass up. So forget about the matching socks, tie, and shirt for Xmas, granny, howzabout a return ticket to NYC instead? Sorted.