Friday, August 28, 2009

PROPAGANDA Reviews: Andi Watson's wonderful Glister in The House Hunt

Glister: The House Hunt

by Andi Watson

Walker Books

The second Glister book from Walker Books, released earlier this month along with Glister: The Haunted Teapot (review). To be honest everything I said in that review could easily fit here.

Glister is such a delightful work, full of marvellous moments and sumptuous artwork that I could almost wish Andi just spent his time making these stories from now on. I say almost since I’m acutely aware that Andi’s more adult orientated work (for example: the wonderful Breakfast Afternoon, Slow News Day or Little Star) is just as good and I’d love to see more of that sort of book from him as well. Maybe I can just hope for a few Glister books a year and then one adult work as well?

(Strange things happen around Glister Butterworth. Andi opens The House Hunt just the way he did The Haunted Teapot, with a lovely little introduction to Glister and her world. From Glister: The House Hunt, (c) Andi Watson, published Walker Books.)

Anyway, Glister: The House Hunt features all of the stuff that made Glister: The Haunted Teapot so wonderfully fun; Glister is still an energetic, effervescent sparkle of quaint Englishness, a perfect heroine for the young girls Andi’s writing this for (and one of Molly’s favourite characters she’s met in comics so far). But with the Haunted House Andi opens his work up a little more. Instead of a deliberately self contained story, we get to explore a little more of Glister’s world here.

Glister’s village is taking part in the annual Village-In-Bloom contest, complete with pompous and oh so marvellously English chairman; Mr Leonard Swarkstone, the Lord Lieutenant of Whixleyshire and head of the Gravehunger Moss Bonny village taskforce. He’s determined to have everything in the village looking “just-so” and he’s none to keen on Chilblain Hall, especially after Glister gives him the guided tour, taking in the Troll bridge (complete with real Troll), underground railways, the robing room with her dad’s minibeast collection and much more.

(Chilblain Hall. Weird and wonderful, but never going to win awards from the bonny village taskforce. From Glister: The House Hunt, (c) Andi Watson, published Walker Books.)

Chilblain Hall, you see, is no ordinary home, it’s a magical, wonderful place, constantly changing and never settling on any one layout or look. You’re equally likely to find your bedroom transformed into a cinema overnight or discover that the Masonic Lodge has taken up residence in the wine cellar. But this magical beauty holds no appeal for Mr Swarkstone, he’s a man of order and straight lines so the raggle taggle architecture and delightfully mismatched rooms of Chilblain Hall don’t appeal in the slightest. Which is when he makes his serious mistake. He tells Glister what he really thinks. And he does it within earshot of the hall:

“It’s a health and safety disaster waiting to happen, a veritable deathtrap in the heart of our rural idyll. On top of which it’s an eyesore, a Frankenstein’s monster of follies and anachronisms hastily stitched together in the style of… of…. ”
“Neo-gothic?” (suggests Glister)
“In the style of a dog’s breakfast”
“The best thing that could possibly happen is for this ramshackle lean-to to be shipped brick by brick across the Atlantic and pieced back together in some Texas rancher’s theme park.”

(Chilblain Hall, in all it’s splendour, given genuine character and life throughout The House Hunt. It isn’t just a house, it’s written brilliantly to be as real as the people in Glister’s life. And just like them, it can be hurt by the unkind words of others. From Glister: The House Hunt, (c) Andi Watson, published Walker Books.)

Chilblain Hall takes it all to heart. Glister does her best to assuage it’s wounded pride, talking up it’s handsome tower, explaining that rustic is in this season and that there’s no need to be so sad. But her words fail to cheer the poor old hall up for very long and one day it simply ups and leaves the way only marvellously magical residences can.

The rest of the book deals with Glister’s heartfelt attempts to bring her home (and her friend) back to where it rightfully belongs. Along the way we get to see Glister and her dad realise that finding temporary accomodation may be harder than it seemed; the Troll’s taken up residence in the wishing well, Long Meg the witch was in the shed for the summer and there’s a battle swine in the Goat house. Eventually the find respite in a swiftly grown tree house, but it’s not Chilblain Hall, not Glister’s friend and she’s missing it terribly:

(Watson’s art, so light and fun throughout, still manages to capture a moment of sadness perfectly. From Glister: The House Hunt, (c) Andi Watson, published Walker Books.)

Watson fills The House Hunt with fantastical and funny characters and situations around the central story of the wonderful Chilblain Hall and it’s self-imposed holiday / exile from Glister’s life. But there’s also time to darken the story a little, adding in a real sense of loss and friendship as Glister realises that she’s missing her friend. And the artwork. Wow. Andi Watson pulls off something that looks uniquely English and modern and lovely and quaint and just plain great. And I trust you can all see that from the examples here. Beautiful work full of moments of artistic brilliance.

Glister is available wherever you can get good quality children’s books. Alas, it looks unlikely that it will be found in comic shops anytime soon as Walker Books don’t really deal with them. Shame. I’d hate to think the Andi Watson fans out there (and I know that there are many of us) would miss out on this.

The next Glister book: The Faerie Host is out in January. It’s the last of the stories previously published by Image and it takes the book to new heights. Glister is a rare thing, a comic designed for children that will amaze and entertain everyone who picks it up, young or old, boy or girl. Definitely one to pick up.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Molly's 10th Birthday - what a wonderful day!



The birthday haul! Not many boxes this year, but the big one has a bloody great Nintendo Wiii in it, so I think that more than makes up for it! Also note the hand made card from Mommy and Daddy. Yes, we forgot the card this year and had to quickly design our own - but she liked it anyway!

We had an absolutely fabulous day. Friends and family round in the afternoon. But the great thing is that the birthday continues - we've got a special treat for her tomorrow. But in the meantime, have some pictures of the day:



Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Happy 10th Birthday Molly!!!!



My lovely, wonderful, incredible, beautiful little girl turns into a (as she so wonderfully puts it) double digiter today.

10 years ago I had no idea how much better my life was going to be with the addition of a tiny bundle of joy.

But every day of my life, I'm amazed at how much love I can feel for my Molly.

And every single day, from the 25th August 1999 to the day I die, I'll never love anything as much as I love little miss Molly Alice Bruton.

Happy Birthday Molly.

Monday, August 24, 2009

My job in diagram form



Well, most of the technical stuff anyway. (via Jez)

Molly Birthday - greetings from Andi Watson



This was so sweet. Molly thought it was marvellous. Her very own Andi Watson birthday card and recycled notepad from Andi's proof copies of his new Glister book.
That Andi Watson; not just a great cartoonist, but a very nice man indeed.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Sunday, Sunday.....

Good plan for Sundays;
Aim to get to cinema for early show so Louise can have the pleasure of taking Molly to see Bandslam and I get to go and have coffee and read for 2 hours.
Get the time wrong. Realise just before leaving that you have written times down wrong and have to go for later showing.
But because you're up and awake - spend the next two hours watching the women's marathon from the world athletics championships, reading and having coffee. As terrible as I am at getting up early in the morning I do really enjoy being awake early. maybe I need to change my day: up early, bed in afternoon, up all night, grab couple of hours sleep around 4am, then up early again. Having to go to work may mess this idea up.

Best bit so far in Marathon - Steve Cram commentating on those annoying little Berlin information films the organisers insist on putting on every 20 minutes or so. And theyy all feature the Bear mascot (the one who posed with Usain Bolt and dropped one of the women athletes the other day after piggy backing her). This one was in Berlin university and ended with Bear and student walking out. Cram (bless him) starts talking about exam results and wishing everyone good luck to all.

And then he signs off with - "and if you do walk through your university holding hands with a large bear, good luck with that as well."

What a great Sunday morning.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Blogging. lack thereof.....

Another week gone, and another week on the blog with very little going on. Like I've said before the big problem is that I'm really trying to get through the review shelf this holiday. The plan of a review a day for all 31 days in August is just about working. So far it's 19 reviews in 21 days. Pretty bloody good.

But with that and doing a few more articles and posts over on the FPI blog, I've rather neglected Fictions this summer. But there really are only 24 hours in the day and even with my crappy sleep patterns I'm having to cut something out. And for the moment, this is it. It's not going to be empty - there's enough comic related stuff to keep going for months, but the other stuff isn't going to be popping up every day like I used to do.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Molly's first premiership game. On the plus side she did see 6 goals.

But on the minus side all but one of them were for the wrong team.

Hull 1 - Tottenham 5. 19th August 2009.

Well, this was an adventure. A while ago Molly brought home one of the Hull City football in the community sponsorship things for a penalty shoot out. Lots of sponsors were tapped up and she got herself a pair of tickets for the Tottenham match. On 18th August. Or at least that's what it said on the letter. But inevitably, these things get buggered about with once tv gets involved. Which is why Molly and I ventured forth to the wilds of Hull today. The 19th August. Which just so happens to be Louise's birthday. Ooops.

Actually it wasn't as bad as that sounds. Luckily we had enough notice and Louise was alright with it. It did help that we celebrated Louise's birthday yesterday, with presents and cakes. Then we left more presents waiting for her on her return from work. And tomorrow we're off for a nice meal. So Molly and I think we've covered the missing birthday quite well.

Okay, onto the match. It was Molly's first premiership match. We took her to see England ladies play at Birmingham City ground many years ago. But this was the first time she's had chance to experience the huge roar of the crowd, the shouts, the chanting, the thrills and the goals. Such a lot of goals as it turns out. Funnily enough I was thinking this might be a low scoring match. Oh dear. 5 Tottenham goals against a Hull team struggling to stay in the premiership. And after the display we saw tonight, it's going to be really, really tough this year.

But despite seeing her team go down 5-1, Molly had a fab night. Loved every moment, from the park and ride to the crowds outside the stadium. From the queues for the horrible hot dogs to the queues for the park and ride on the way back. From the moment she realised it was not just okay, but actually encouraged to shout as loud as she could in support of the team there was no stopping her.

We arrived back home close to midnight. She practically crawled into bed. Tired but very happy. Looked at me with big sleepy eyes and told me she'd had a great day and she loved me very much.

I love being daddy.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Amanda Palmer was at the Edinburgh FPI today....



That's a great look.
Joe Gordon was there taking photos - more at the FPI blog and Flickr.

More holiday stuff.... the week we've had.

Another holiday week down, 4 already gone. How can that be? Only 3 weeks left? Insane.

The last week has been spent having fun. Back to normal holiday times, after the Anglesey Holiday and the week virtually trapped in the house with the painter at work. So it was back to the Holiday planning sheet....



You'll notice it's a little fuller now than it was last time.

This week has consisted of:
Monday: Mummy surprise
Tuesday: Chill day, market and grandparents
Wednesday: Ikea and Yorkshire Sculpture Park
Thursday: Cruckley Farm with Molly's friend
Friday: Cruckley Farm with another friend - Molly's choice!

Okay, Monday was a big surprise for Louise. Molly and I had been sitting on this for days and days. Our friends and the children were heading up for the day since they couldn't make it up for either Louise's birthday or Molly's. The day was spent at Burnby Hall, running around, feeding fish and running some more. Louise had been led to believe we Molly and I were at the cinema so we picked her up from work (since we were already allegedly in the area anyway) and had great delight in seeing the disbelief on her face as we rounded the corner to see our visitors on the doorstep. Wonderful times.

Wednesday was lovely. The main thing we had to do was go to Ikea to get a couple of bookcase expanders - those things that sit on top of the billy bookcases we all know and love. The reason we need extender thingys? Too many books and graphic novels. My fault, all my fault.

After getting to Ikea and doing the inevitable thing of spending far more than I'd intended to (storage boxes, kids plates and cups - the sorts of things they may as well make compulsary for an Ikea visit really) it was off to the Yorkshire Sculpture Park, somewhere I'd meant to go since moving up here. And it was everything I hoped it would be. We had a great few hours there. Could have easily spent many more - we only did about a third of the place in our time there. But it was really lovely.





(Part of Babara Hepworth's Family Of Man and then the photo that everyone seems to take of it)





(Jonathan Borofsky's Molecule Man 1+1+1)



(Some Henry Moore with Molly doing her best impression)



(Part of the Peter Randall Page exhibition that Molly thought was really wonderful, this was "Multiplication By Division")

And after the Sculpture park, into the cafe for a much needed rest and a bit of experimental photography (her idea, not mine!):







She was very tired by the end of the day.

Then onto Cruckley Farm for a couple of days. We'd arranged a couple of play dates for Molly with a friend coming round on Thursday and Friday. And Molly decided she wanted to go to Cruckley Farm with both of them. Cows, pigs, goats, sheep - standard farm stuff really, but lots of open pastures where you can walk through and feed the animals by hand - one day Molly will grow out of these places but I'm glad it's not quite yet.

A good week.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Louise's nightmare - little drummer girl










Grandpa's set his drums up in the garage and is giving Molly a few lessons.

Molly thinks it's fantastic.

Louise thinks the neighbours are going to call the police because of the noise.

Where The Wild Things Are - new trailer......



The proper theatrical trailer for Spike Jonze's Where The Wild Things Are is out (see here). Is it just me being silly but does anyone else get a bit of a lump in the throat about halfway through it?

Looks gorgeous. Trailer's marvellous. Whether 90 minutes plus of it will work I have no idea. But I really, really hope it does.

Sunday, August 09, 2009

DIY Glister's Haunted Teapot

Anyone out there reading this who’s on childcare duties over the incredibly long 7 week summer holidays that the children have this year will probably be desperate for anything fun and interesting to do with the kids (and if it doesn’t cost much that’s a bonus). We may all love our children dearly but even the bubbliest and most positive of parents should admit that 7 weeks of summer holiday is, at times, bloody hard work.

Which brings me to Andi Watson’s Haunted Teapot contest:

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From Andi’s Glister blog:

“Tomorrow is officially the start of the school hols round these parts, so it’s time to get drawing!
If you have a copy of Glister: The Haunted Teapot you’ll know there’s a teapot-shaped space to design your own haunted teapot on the inside back cover. Please e-mail me your designs as a .jpg file and I’ll send out a Glister sketch to those who come up with my faves (by post or by e-mail). If you’re happy to have your pics on the blog let me know and I’ll post them here.
You don’t have to use the actual template in the book, you can start getting creative on any old piece of paper and e-mail them to: glister@andiwatson.biz
IMPORTANT: If you’re under 18 please get permission from a grown up before sending your drawings.
This is open to all-ages so get scribbling regardless of how old or young you are.”

We did ours earlier this week. Molly had a great time on a rainy morning:

Copy of haunted teapot

So, what are you waiting for – get drawing!

Andi Watson’s Glister: The Haunted Teapot and Glister: The House Hunt are available right now from Walker Books and all major bookshops.

Saturday, August 08, 2009

new pretty Paul Pope pic



Paul Pope. Lovely.

Morris The Mankiest Monster - one for the children (and me!)

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More future releases to talk about. But no apologies because if you’re anything like me you can’t look at that image without grinning inanely. That’s Morris The Mankiest Monster, the first children’s book by illustrator Sarah McIntyre (of the much missed Vern & Letuce in the DFC). It’s written by Giles Andreae (who did all of the Purple Ronnie and Edward Monkton cards and other funny stuff).

When even the cover and the press release can raise a smile it’s a good sign that this will be a really good picture book for children (and grown ups as well!). Morris should be released by David Fickling Books early October.

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Friday, August 07, 2009

Terry Pratchett: I Live In Hope I Can Jump Before I Am Pushed...



There’s a Terry Pratchett feature and article on the Daily Mail website written earlier this week dealing with the difficult and emotive issue of assisted suicide. His comments come in the wake of the ruling in the House Of Lords over the case of Debbie Purdy (BBC) and, as you might expect from Terry Pratchett, it’s impassioned, emotive and most of all a shining light of simple, plain, reasonable common sense.

As you probably know, Pratchett, 61, was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimers disease in 2007 and has since become a very public advocate of greater research and greater understanding of the disease. And although it’s sad to hear the man talk about the day he will decide he wants to end his life when the disease takes it’s toll and takes his words away it’s also a very positive and thought provoking piece.

“We are being stupid. We have been so successful in the past century at the art of living longer and staying alive that we have forgotten how to die. Too often we learn the hard way. As soon as the baby boomers pass pensionable age, their lesson will be harsher still. At least, that is what I thought until last week.

Now, however, I live in hope – hope that before the disease in my brain finally wipes it clean, I can jump before I am pushed and drag my evil Nemesis to its doom, like Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty locked in combat as they go over the waterfall.

In any case, such thinking bestows a wonderful feeling of power; the enemy might win but it won’t triumph.”

We've seen Alzheimer's in our family. My maternal Grandma had it. I was too young to fully grasp what was going on but the memory of how badly it affected both my Grandma and mother are enough to convince me that Pratchett is talking complete sense. And I know that if I'm ever unfortunate enough to suffer from it in later life I'll be making exactly the same plans as Pratchett. And like him, I can only hope that sense and humanity prevails and by that time it's no longer a requirement to skulk away to Switzerland in relative secrecy and snatch your last moment of free will miles away from home.

At least they're reading something I suppose ........



This is slightly scary. I haven't read any of her books and I shouldn't really base my view of Twilight and Stephanie Meyer on the dull, lifeless, dreary movie we watched a while back.

But 1 in 7 books sold in the US during the first 3 months of 2009 were penned by Stephanie Meyer (USA Today). Even if these were great and wonderful works of literature there's still something very, very wrong with one author being so dominant.

The good news is that Moore & Gibbons' Watchmen was on the top 10 list as well.

Thursday, August 06, 2009

More holiday stuff .... painting and painting and birthdays

Had a weird week so far. Painter came round on Monday to start on the house. Just windows, front door, front railings and garage door, just at the front. The house catches all the sun and all the rain on the front so, although we had the whole house done two years ago, the front is in desperate need of a new coat or two of paint. It's also about time we striped the front door done and attempted to reseal it so it stops leaking when we have driving rain.

The plan was Monday; strip paint, undercoat, Tuesday: gloss. But it hasn't worked out like that. Monday went well, Tuesday not so well. About half 1 he'd finished but decided the front door needed a second coat the next day. Unfortunately soon after he left the rain started here and carried on through the early hours of Wednesday. So no painting Wednesday. And since the paint hadn't gone off (or whatever the technical term is) enough when the rain started both garage door, front door and railings needed another coat. Thursday and Friday he put another couple of coats on.

The bad thing about this is that most of the week we've had to have the front door open. This isn't really compatible with going anywhere or doing anything. We've gone out and around town in the mornings when the painter was there, but most afternoons we've just had to stay in and generally relax. Board games, computer, drawing, playing in the garden, bit of cookery but nothing too exciting. Thank god that she arranged to go swimming with friends yesterday!

The other thing that I've had to do this week is sort Molly's birthday out. A big, big surprise for her this year. She's not expecting this at all. She's had a birthday list for ages, with lots of bitty things on it since she knows there's no way we can get her this........

(and you have to promise not to tell her.......)



Oh she's going to be very, very excited in a few weeks when she opens that one. Molly (and Louise) have wanted one for ages. But it's never been the right time and we're not the sort of parent who buys something this big and expensive at any other time than birthday and christmas. So this birthday, with nothing large being asked for, we figured we could just about stretch to getting it.

If I'm really lucky, I'll manage to get a photo of her face at the moment of realisation.

Holiday 2009: Anglesey part 3

Wednesday:
The Welsh Mountain Zoo. Molly, like me, loves zoos. It's been a long, long time since we actually went on holiday without visiting some zoo. And it's a great zoo, full of some really great animals:









Most infuriating moment of the day; huge, fat family assembling outside toilets after collective family visit. They're exactly the sort of family you imagine spends all day, every day of their holiday in the caravan park gorging their way through enough cholesterol burgers to kill an elephant without getting up from their poolside chairs until nightfall which they spend watching shite comedians and cabaret acts whilst drinking overpriced pissy beer and eating more cholesterol in a bun. They're almost genetically incapable of looking after themselves and don't even understand even the concept of healthy eating or basic hygeine.

So why, oh please tell me, why on earth are they standing outside the toilets, in a huge zoo, full of people breathing in, breathing out, breathing in, breathing out, sharing the same germ ridden air, and the mom is handing around the anti-bac hand-gel and preaching to the children about Swine Flu?

Even better, I saw the youngest kid come out of the toilet and straight away wipe his hands across his top and pick his nose. Somehow I don't think hand gel is going to help that much.

Thursday:
Greenwood Forest Park. Another place we'd been to 3 years previously. And it's pretty much exactly the same as it was. Packed day doing lots and lots and lots of things in a very green millenium project park:









Friday:
Pili Palas, Anglesey's butterfly farm. With surprisingly few butterflies for the time of year. Maybe the cold weather and lack of sun made a difference? Still a fun day out.
Aside from that, a very quiet day.

Saturday:
Home.
A very relaxing holiday for all of us. Anglesey really is a beautiful place. I even got a lot of reading and writing done. Not quite everything I took away with me got reviewed, but very nearly.

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

Watchmen - at last....



Finally managed to watch the Watchmen. It was always going to be a disappointment. But it was an interesting disappointment at least.

The fatal flaw was it's desperation to hold so true to the published source material. Alan Moore's words transposed onto screen, but without enough of the soul of the thing to make it properly work. So much of the subtlety was lost. Although the ending, squidless, was surprisingly good. I'd deliberately kept away from anything that might have told me how they made it slightly more believable. And it just about worked.

So a disappointment. But not that bad.

Holiday 2009: Anglesey part 2

Monday:
Beach Day. Well, I say beach day. But it was actually a Bruton beach day. All 3 hours of it. We had to wait in on Monday morning for the electric and gas meter to be read - the usual 8 until 12 appointment when they always arrive at 5 minutes to 12. The weather was so nice in the afternoon that we took ourselves down to the beach.



Neither Louise or I are beach people. Or not beach people in the traditional sense. Our favourite beach activity is walking along it when it's a bit cold and wet, enjoying the peace and quiet. We don't like sand everywhere, we don't like being too hot, we can never find anywhere to put down our stuff so it stays clean and dry, the sun makes our eyes hurt when we're reading and there's usually too many people making too much noise and kicking too much sand and water around.

This means that by the time we actually arrive on the beach and get ourselves a place to sit and generally settle down we're practically ready to go home again. Molly, unlike us, is a normal beach type and just starts running around like a loon, sandcastles, water, paddling, swimming, the works.

So this was her day on the beach:



Whereas this, complete with coffee and comics to read, was mine:



Tuesday:
Foel Farm. Like Hemblas Park on Monday but better and with more people.
Molly had a ball: calves and lambs to bottle feed, pigs and goats to coo over. And a giant inflatable to bounce up and down upon even during the couple of showers that we had - the wet just made it more slippery, which meant more falling over and more fun.