mr. punch

Fell in line, torched by the sun, bought the shirt. Saturday morning was out of the question (having been drinking from Friday night ‘til 6am). Was incredibly excited by Saturday evening. So much so that the wife and I bought enough food from the grocery to feed us for a week. Sunday morning we arrived around 9am. They gave away 200 numbered stubs. We would have been 220th. We stayed. Then caught sight of the man stretching and looking rather beat and worn-out. Decided to leave him be. Came Monday we attended the writer’s forum. I was quite surprised it was an intimate venue. I could spit and I would’ve hit him. Instead I asked a question. He answered and it was as if we were having a conversation. It hit me then that I was a fanboy for the first time. Which is weird since I’ve been collecting comics for the past 20 or so odd years. But then again, he was the first big author to come over and land on these shores.



Gave him a gift through a friend of mine (thanks buddy!). I was hoping he wouldn’t lose it. Me and the wifey’s jaws dropped when after the forum, the British Council gave him a bag full of goodies with my gift inside. And he picked it up, looked at it and smiled. Goddamn. Oh wait! The camera! Moment fleeted. Gone forever but in memory.