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Wednesday, November 3rd, 2004boing! woot! ’nuff said.
boing! woot! ’nuff said.
right. back to the fray.
IT BE THE FETISHMAN LAUNCH PARTY (in london)!!!!!!
(ugh. that was an exclamation point too far, surely?)
Monday 22nd November 2004
from 7-9pm
at coffee, cake and kink, 61 endell street, near covent garden and holborn and oxford street tubes! there won’t merely be coffee and cake and comics and kink there (hmmm, perhaps they would consider renaming the shop for me …) there’ll also be me! the bitch that serves you this demented vomit! to insult you to your fucking faces! aren’t you lucky homo sapiens now? having trouble with that you damn dirty apes? then go to the bloody gallery! oh for badger’s sake it’s just up there! up there! yes! in red! it even glows when you scroll over it! don’t make me come over there now.
grrr.
bwahaha, ’tis
it’s like a tailor made spin-off series.
Last call for the FETISHMAN LAUNCH PARTY (in london)!
Monday 22nd November 2004 from 7-9pm.
at coffee, cake and kink, 61 endell street, near covent garden and holborn and oxford street tubes. directions on the flyer and also the first page of the gallery. crikey.
right, i’m off to london. be there if you wish. there will be no repercussions if you don’t come. really. whilst i usually rely heavily on smiting and the causes of smiting as the principle tools in my comic marketing arsenal, this one is entirely up to you. but the poster looks nice, and cake is involved. alright. i’ll give you a really nasty chinese burn if you don’t come? happy now? foo.
x geof
following the jolly fun that was the fetishman launch (’twas mighty fun, and maco has kindly hosted the pics from monday. thanks must go to kay and adrian for their mighty endeavouring) a clam descends upon the world. no really, it feels like i’m trapped under several hundredweight of crustacean. but this is not what you need to know.
1) booty! – t-shirts exist, and soon the world shall know the name of fetishman, the wonder-dog. no.
2) there be a changes coming – can you see the picture on the right? it appears most people i speak to can’t, and what with the remote chance of blagging you lot into purchasing t-shirtery it seems about the right time to rejig some of this webshite. not an epic undertaking, but a little more handy for the mollusc-about-town.
hmmmm.
and i seem to be saying hmmmm a lot.
x