Harry and I were up at the crack (well, more or less) to trundle down to The Oxford Children's Comics Festival.
It was fab.
I did more or less nothing all day except eat pizzas and ice cream. Not together, obviously. One, then the other. The pizza's were especially good - made and cooked in a flash by Secret Pizza Society. They have one of those crazy little three wheeled Piaggio wagons with an actual wood fired pizza oven mounted in the back. Terrific stuff. If you're abroad in Oxford, keep an eye out for them.
Harry spent most of the day reading comics, talking about comics, or watching people draw comics. He had a long and very animated conversation with Lorenzo Etherington about Asterix, and subsequently spent quite a lot of our time there hanging around with Lorenzo and his brother Robin. They are both very patient and rather lovely chaps. And mad keen on comics. They do work in schools and around and about and if they come to your school, the place may well be in danger of exploding with excitement. They surely fired Harry up - once we got home his disappeared off to produce a pile of drawings of pirates, monster trucks, small boys, and all sorts.
Harry's very keen to go and see them again at the Hay Festival at the end of the month. Hay-on-Wye isn't on the obvious route home to Birmingham from Basingstoke, which is where we'll be in the morning, but maybe we can swing it.
For me, it was a pleasure to finally meet my long time comics chum Neill Cameron. Neill is, I can say without exaggeration, is the UK's finest interpreter of dinosaurs, robots, and bananas in comics form. He's worked hard to get there, and he deserves it.
There was more - kids who produced their own comics, Sarah McIntyre (in a lovely hat) drawing a mermaid (in a lovely hat), all sorts.