So last week I found myself at a workshop for the End of Story competition those lovely people at the BBC have organised and left fully intending to submit an entry. Currently there are only two things standing in my way of this. The first is to decide which of the eight stories to finish and then actually write the darn thing. As usual procrastination rules supreme and I haven't even reached the first hurdle let alone cleared it. Oh well, I've got until the end of the month.

Avoidance was compounded by the arrival of Persepolis in the post towards the end of last week along with the complete Peanuts and Barefoot's new tome, Manifesto. I devoured Persepolis Sunday afternoon and found it as wonderful and moving as everyone has claimed. Its an exiting time for comics at the moment with lots of wonderful books such as this appearing in hight street book shops. Its saddens me slightly that there is no fostering of new homegrown talent and that the publishers are relying on established works from America and France, but at the end of the day its great to see this material published since good comics are good comics regardless of where they come from.