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Warren Ellis simply sums up why I don't do cons...


"Colonial weaklings never come into this sports bar. I drink and smoke and drink some more.


Last night, David Carradine pulled a passable impression of someone so drunk that they could not talk. He's also got the sullen, dead-eyed "Yeah, I'm David Carradine, so the fuck what" look down pat. His buddy's there in the elevator saying, "Dave, you all right, man?", and Carradine is just gripping the hand rail, lurched over to one side and mute.


Klingons are not on Atkins. And neither are Stormtroopers.


There are an alarming amount of very thin young girls wearing elf ears.


Star Trek actors wander around, searching people's faces to see if they're being recognised -- and then put on their Famous Face and strut by without speaking.


Sybil Danning looks like she's having problems walking."

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Mention the Lord of the Rings just once more,
And I'll more than likely kill you.
"Moorcock, Moorcock, Michael Moorcock"
you fervently moan.
Is this a wok that you shoved down my throat,
Or are you just pleased to see me?
Brian Moore's head looks uncannily like London Planetarium.

And all those people
Who you, romantically,
Like to still believe are alive,
Are dead!
So I'll wipe my snot
On the arm of your chair
As you put another Roger Dean poster
On the wall.

God, I could murder a Cadbury's Flake,
Then I guess you wouldn't let me into heaven.
Or maybe you would 'cause their adverts promote oral sex...
A Romani bint in a field, with her paints,
Suggesting we faint at her beauty,
But she's got "Dickie Davis Eyes..."