As this is the first article I am writing for this new site (and hopefully the first of many), I thought I’d start by telling you a little about myself. My life is boring. I work a boring office job (soon to become a boring university degree), I go out once or twice a week to stand around dull bars being bored all evening without enough money to get drunk. I spend my evening playing Playstation, or round my mates playing Playstation, and when I’m bored of bloody Playstation, sporadic games of football just to really embarrass myself. And yet, somehow, I make autobiographical comics that people actually want to read. So how on earth did I manage to pull that one off? I think the answer to that is honesty; brutal, unflinching, painfully embarrassing, and pure fictional gold.