
This year’s Thought Bubble festival was a little different for me in that I didn't have a table, or indeed any panel or signing duties, so in effect I was there as a regular punter, albeit on a bit of a busman’s holiday. And I have to admit that it was not only stress-free but more than just as much fun, if somewhat more tiring due to all the extra walking.
With a third hall added and so much to see, it took me most
of the weekend to visit all the exhibitors once – and many of those I had only
the time for a cursory look. The quality and diversity of items on show was
astounding, from self-publishing minicomic authors to growing British
publishers of graphic novels like Blank Slate and Self Made Hero. There was a
smattering of comic dealers and merchandisers, but the main emphasis as usual
was on independent and alternative creators and publishers, artists and craft
people.
International guests this year read like a who’s who of
independent comics and included the likes of Brandon Graham, Fábio Moon,
Gabriel Bá, Matt Fraction, Geof Darrow, David Aja, Fiona Staples and Sean Gordon Murphy plus the usual vast number of domestic creators, almost none of whom
I saw, let alone spoke to. Although I did have a brief chat with my old pal JeffreyBrown on his triumphant return to these shores.
This year I opted to visit by train and therefore had the
ideal excuse not to massively overspend as I did last year and so only
collected a modest number of relatively lightweight pieces. For the many books
I planned to buy at a later date I took a photo with my ageing-but-trusty 3GS as
a handy reminder.
Things that I did pick up included an example of Dan Berry’s delicate wash tones in his latest comic Carry Me, I finally caved in and bought the first volume of Kate Ashwin’s Widdershins and I celebrated news of Chelsea’s 3-0 away win at West Ham by buying a copy of fellow Blues fan Sean Azzopardi’s Trees sketchbook mini. I was also unable to resist Dave West’s latest tome Robot Shorts, an overdue purchase of Kate Brown’s Fish + Chocolate, Giant Days#2 from John Allison (who promptly returned my purchase money for my Movember fund), the latest Curia Regis from the multi-talented Robin Hoelzemann, the first comic by a fresh young creator Jack Devereaux, Next Stop Space and grabbled the new Verity Fair from wily old Terry Wiley.
Things that I did pick up included an example of Dan Berry’s delicate wash tones in his latest comic Carry Me, I finally caved in and bought the first volume of Kate Ashwin’s Widdershins and I celebrated news of Chelsea’s 3-0 away win at West Ham by buying a copy of fellow Blues fan Sean Azzopardi’s Trees sketchbook mini. I was also unable to resist Dave West’s latest tome Robot Shorts, an overdue purchase of Kate Brown’s Fish + Chocolate, Giant Days#2 from John Allison (who promptly returned my purchase money for my Movember fund), the latest Curia Regis from the multi-talented Robin Hoelzemann, the first comic by a fresh young creator Jack Devereaux, Next Stop Space and grabbled the new Verity Fair from wily old Terry Wiley.
Dan Berry & the Suitcase |
John Allison |
Dave West and his Robot Shorts |
While waiting in line to congratulate Cameron Stewart on his
superb Sin Titulo hardcover which I coincidentally had read a few weeks ago, I
witnessed a truly generous, beautiful thing that Cameron did for a young fan
(which I won’t detail here because it’s the sort of knowledge that could lead
to him being taken advantage of in the future). At a time when some comics
professionals are coming in for a lot of brickbats, it was a heart-warming
gesture by a true gentleman.
I must also say thanks to the immaculately groomed BrendenFletcher, co-writer of Assassin’s Creed : Brahman who kept me entertained while
I waited for master brush wielder Becky Cloonan to return from a panel and sign
my copy of her latest mini-comic Demeter.
In addition, namechecks are due to those I had long and short chats with, including an old self-publishing
contemporary Marc Laming, the always elegant and charming Yishan Li, demure Daryl Cunningham, con circuit stalwart Martin Eden, psychedelic Sally Anne Hickman, the
appropriately attired Sarah McIntyre, dapper Woodrow Phoenix and cartoonist extraordinaire
Roger Langridge.
Such was the chaos, I barely acknowledged the ubiquitous Al Davison, Paul Rainey, Sean Phillips and Tim Perkins, had time only to punch
Frazer Irving in the arm, and didn’t even get a chance to speak to David Lloyd
at the Aces Weekly table. I also failed miserably to engage with Gary Northfield, Mark Buckingham, D’Israeli, Philippa Rice and sadly didn’t get to
meet the extraordinary James E Snelling as intended.
A big highlight was discovering the wordless comic
Butterfly Gate, the latest from the creators of Porcelain, Ben Read and Chris Wildgoose, a previously unknown self-publishing creative team who have apparently emerged
into the industry fully formed. They’re both charming guys and not satisfied
with those two fantastic projects, were already giving away stunning previews
of their next, Briar.
My former how-to-draw-books collaborator James McKay was
highly visible this year, giving away free copies of a book he conceived and
edited with Ben Dickson, Dreams of a Low Carbon Future. A project created from
the visions of hundreds of schoolchildren, PhD researchers and academics (from
the University of Leeds and the Royal Academy of Engineering) and comics
professionals and resulting in an amazingly coherent graphic novel. Impressive
stuff.
Another University science project giveaway was the
newspaper format Asteroid Belter, put together by students at Newcastle Uni and
includes a two-pager by the wonderful Nigel Auchterlounie.
To my delight, awesome illustrator/cartoonist type Dean Beattie – from whom I bought a
couple of prints from some while ago – has drawn and published his
own comic Random Trials, which at first look seems to demonstrate that Dean has
storytelling ability to go with his fantastic draughtsmanship.
I almost missed meeting up with eternal pessimist Dave Hitchcock, but
bumped into him while he was killing time before his train and got to see some
of his spectacular original artwork, including some marvellous unpublished
material and well as hearing about his latest disaster stories.
Cinebook - bringing French to the English |
It took some time to browse the impressive selection of
translated French albums from Cinebook whose line keeps on growing year on
year, and an affordably priced entry point into la bande dessinée for the
English language reader, a publishing project that deserves to be fully
supported by the entire alt/indy comics community.
Graphic novel specialists Blank Slate, Nobrow and Self MadeHero continue to make a huge impression at the event, with a continuous medley
of creators like Frederick Peeters, Glyn Dillon, David Hine, Mark Stafford and
the ever-lovin’ Ilya, all signing European festival style; so many lovely new
books, reluctantly none of which I bought due to my self-imposed weight
restrictions.
Base camp for the weekend was the shared exhibitor space of amiable
Al Nolan (and his range of ‘gentle murder mysteries for kids’) and embroidery
artist Bridgeen Gillespie (and her greatly admired hoops) who also were my con
buddies out-of-hours. Better company for evening meals and pub drinks would be
hard to find.
It was terrific to just hang and chill with Pádraig ÓMéalóid and his lovely wife Deirdre Walsh in person, and to finally got to meet the
charming Amber Moore after all these years - although I only had the briefest
re-acquaintance with the Reppion-Moores, John and Leah.
The place was positively awash with journalistic types - it
was great to meet the man-mountain Gary Gray, the not-as-scary-as-you-might-think Laura Sneddon, Steve Morris of
the Beat and the ever-youthful Matt Badham. I also bumped into Paul Gravett,
complimented him on his new Comics Art book and asked him who Brian Moore was.
I think my favourite innovation of the festival was the
Tea Bubs Bar. A pop-up coffee house where you could give your weary
legs a rest, relax and enjoy your refreshments, keep an eye on all of the three
venues at the same time. I received a mid-tea-queue bear hug from Oscar Zarate
when he finally recognised me without all that long hair.
In fact I spent so long meeting people and perusing the exhibitors’ wares that I miserably failed to attend even a single panel or other daytime event, despite my earnest intention to do so this year. Note to organisers: there is simply too much to do and too little time in which to do it. Please create some sort of time-stasis field so we get a chance to enjoy everything properly.
In fact I spent so long meeting people and perusing the exhibitors’ wares that I miserably failed to attend even a single panel or other daytime event, despite my earnest intention to do so this year. Note to organisers: there is simply too much to do and too little time in which to do it. Please create some sort of time-stasis field so we get a chance to enjoy everything properly.
I did however enjoy the delights of the legendary Thought
Bubble mid-convention party, once again held at the spectacularly-domed and
multi-levelled Corn Exchange. Even with a vast Christmas tree on the dance
floor and a DJ with an unfathomable playlist, it didn’t stop many of the
attendees getting’ their freak on, while others queued for drinks and ate
sausages. I also got a long overdue hug from that Swedish girl.
A new hall for exhibitors had been added this year to
satisfy the demand for tables after the initial number of slots sold out in two
hours. In addition to the usual New Dock Hall (the big dark one) and Royal Armouries
Hall (the smaller bright one), was the barely-ready-in-time Allied London Hall
which housed the unlucky exhibitors who failed to make the initial cut.
Haphazardly-placed fluorescent tubes and heaters, some sort of dust hanging in
the air like a fine fog and a smell of aerosol paint (used to create some
rather impressive comic-themed murals) created a slightly surreal, illicit
atmosphere.
Footfall seemed to be lesser than the other two
well-established halls, although both those appeared somewhat busier than last
year, especially on Sunday. In fact at
peak times, parts of New Dock Hall were impassable, due to heavy interest in
the big-name signings.
The popular view is that more exhibitors (assuming the same
number of attendees) mean less money spent at each table, making it difficult
for those exhibitors to make a profit (I don’t know the numbers of attendees
for his year). There are always winners and losers of course, but even the relative losers that I spoke to just seemed happy to be part of it all such was the
positive vibe of the event.
It’ll be interesting to see how Thought Bubble develops from
here. I have no idea whether the new space is permanent, or whether the
convention will revert to its original size next year. Certainly the
overwhelming impression I got was yet another year of huge success and stellar achievement
for Clark, Lisa and the army of redcoats, and you can put down the minor issues
with Allied London Hall as a symptom of growing pains.
With the recent establishment of the London Super Comic Con and
the new Lakes Comic Art Festival in Kendal, is Thought Bubble still the best
comic-related event in the UK? I suppose it depends on what it is you’re
looking for exactly, but if it’s wide-ranging diversity of products, excellent
organisation, a cool friendly vibe and Roller Derby girls as security that you
want, then it’s no contest.
From a punter’s viewpoint, it was pretty much the perfect comics event and I will find it hard to stay away in 2014. I suspect there will be
a few thousand more feeling the same way. Book early.
You can see some of my purchases from this year's Thought Bubble Festival on my experimental Tumblr blog Comicapaloozarama.
You can see some of my purchases from this year's Thought Bubble Festival on my experimental Tumblr blog Comicapaloozarama.
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