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There's definitely a connection between living in Brighton and not being able to understand that somebody might not actually have something wrong with them if they don't agree with you... Perhaps it's the smallness of the city.
Ah well. Great fun, this one. I think the best part of an absolutely fantastic issue was probably Sirre Richarde of Reed's brilliant "well, have you considered doing it the easy way, Nicholas? By filling a HUGE BAG with HOT AIR. Because I am a VISIONARY. A KNIGHT OF THE MAGICAL LIGHT. WHICH IS A WAVE."
Dude, from Sir Nick's point of view he *is* doing it the easy way. He's got Ye Most Learned Professorre X and Grey doing all the heavy lifting. Why fuck around with an airscrotum?
Besides which, the Montgolfier brothers successfully used a hot air balloon in 1783. This makes him a crap visionary. Our Reed Richards could open portals to the Negative Zone. This one has GCSE Physics.
Second favourite bit indubitably Sir Nick Fury (Marry, nuncle, yon fellow is a very marine, recently arrived from the HMS Triumph, possibly in a manner involving the Spanish Armada, still soot-blackened from the fray. And yet he must be sore afflicted with toothache or the dropsy, for he doth raise the most piteous wails to heaven. DO YOU SEE?), bukake intelligencer to the court of good queen Bess, being shocked that Angel has not realised that Grey is, in fact, a lady. Message to the writer: your characters commenting on your own inept narrative devices endears. Always.
This is turning into a rollicking romp of a read. A RICHARD read. DO YOU SEE? |
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