Here I am, enjoying the company of fans after a talk I gave for the Luther Arkwright man.

I'd been working all night, as is my wont, on an issue of Green Lantern Corps for DC; drawing lots of tiny figures in the background. Only to find that when Mark Falmer inked it in it became a bland array of stick men instead of what I imagined were my own rythmical marks. All that eye strain for nothing!! That's one of the things that I hate about working with inkers or even having to ink other artists work: trying to figure out what the other guy's marks mean. There were times on the MIllennium series, which I was coerced into inking for Joe Staton, when I was completely at a loss as to what his pencils were depicting - even after refering to the script!! I sometimes think he was yanking my chain! I recall that he got his own back on me when he inked an issue of Meta 4 over my pencils and made it look like shite!

I guess I'm not much of a team-player. But left to my own devices I seem to get by most of the time. But I reckon it's about time to apologise to all those writers and artists who I have let down over the years. To steal a quote from Stan-the man-Lee: "Nuff said!"