Judge Dredd. Rogue Trooper. Slaine.
Halo Jones. Nemesis the Warlock. If you are of a certain age and geek
status you'll just know. From the age of nine onwards the comic 2000AD and these
characters, this attitude, were a massive part of my mental
landscape. Buying the comic on Saturday became a magical ritual. The
stories and characters are seared into my memory. Thirty years later
I can still quote swathes of it verbatim. My shelves groan with
comics and geek ephemera, all of which sprouted from that weekly fix.
But all good things must come to an
end. In the mid eighties America opened it's chequebook and lured
titan after titan away; Gibbons, Bolland, Moore, O'Neill. One day I
looked through the comic on the shelf in the newsagents and it just
seemed limp and lifeless. For the first time in a decade I left
without buying it. I've dipped in occasionally since, but it's like
checking out an old lover on Facebook: she's doing different things
without me with people I don't recognise.
In it's prime the comic had an outlook,
a satirical perspective and very distinct sense of humour which had a
huge effect on my creativity. It also shamelessly mixed genres in a
way which now seems second nature to me.
So thank you, 2000AD, and all who
sailed in you. You opened a door in my head which I've never even
tried to close since, have given me immense pleasure and more
importantly a career. Of the three projects I am currently being paid
to work on, there isn't one that would look out of place between your
pages.
Your children have grown up strong and
we're doing just fine.
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