Paul Chadwick's 100 Horrors #2: The Ugly Boy

Paul Chadwick's 100 Horrors #1: The Lyle Committee

Things are impossibly busy behind the scenes here at the Tearoom - we're technically homeless at the moment, so that's something we need to sort out sharpish - so it's another couple of weeks of low content mode, I'm afraid. Luckily, we can fill in the time with the thoroughly excellent 100 Horrors by the wonderful writer/artist Paul Chadwick.

They only got up to 13, as far as I can tell, but they are 13 absolute gems. They are mean and funny and whimsical and beautiful, and Chadwick would have killed it doing stories for House of Secrets or Plop!.

If you've never read Chadwick's comics, go and find them, they're all great. I've heard he is working on new Concrete, and that is something most definitely worth looking forward to.

And apologies for the monochrome, I couldn't find my copies of things like my much-read Concrete Eclectica comics to get the original scans, and could only find these black and white versions from the complete Concrete set of books. (Except for #8, my personal favourite, which I had saved on my hard drive.) They're still beautiful in black and white - you can really get an appreciation for Chadiwck's line and texturing - but the original colours by Elizabeth Chadwick and Chris Chalenor were really superb. The way you could see the insides of the people and animals cut in half by the death ray in horror number six was particularly gruesome.

See you later in the month!

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I never thought this day would end.

It's been a long, a long time coming.

Call the dog sitter.

It's been a day of tiny triumphs.

Sometimes I just can't function, my heart's spaghetti-junction.

His name was death.

I sweep the floors, but I'm talking to you.

Don't think I've left you all behind.

Wasting my time, resting my mind

I wanna go where no one goes.

You fill my empty day.

Where they feel safe and sound.

We'll change all that's gone before.

I can't do it for you.

I wish you nothing but the very best in all things

Never abandoned our culture, just been moving it along.

And suddenly everything felt okay.

We have to waste the day.

Your time is up, you better know it.

Open your mind.

I've learned from you.

Can you make me forget?

Mind the doors!

Forever.

I'd rather be a sailor than a fighter, I'd like to sail a ship into the sun.

This is the 16th anniversary of the Tearoom of Despair and, more worryingly, my 50th birthday. I've spent a lot of time recently wondering what was the single best song of the past five decades I've been alive on this planet, and after all that consideration, I can honestly say it's Cough Syrup by the Butthole Surfers. Just the best.

Please don't drop me home.

Take pride in code words.

You don't know what it's like.

I bit my tongue and bled the truth.

My fellow humans matter to me.

Gone the clouds.