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Worlds End – UK Launch – December 1st 2011

UK launch copies sell out
Hi Everyone,
Today I thought I would follow the MaltaComicCon Blogs, which showcased my world launch of the Worlds End graphic novel with the UK launch a few days later.No sooner had my feet touched the ground at Manchester airport than my good friend Derek was whisking me back home in his car. It was all exciting news to report as I regaled him with a shortened version of the previous four Blogs – thank heavens I hear some of you cry. Well it is only about a forty-minute drive, or so – so I had to keep it confined to that amount of time.
Once home I took my travel stuff out of the boot of Derek’s car and was greeted by my wife, Margaret, who was pleased as punch to learn that all had gone so well in Malta with the books. One cup of tea and a chat later and Derek left for home whilst I sat with Margaret making some final plans for the morning’s exploits in preparation for the planned UK launch at the new state-of-the-art academy, a few miles away from where we live.
The next day saw me speaking to the guys at the venue, Darwen Aldridge Community Academy, checking that the refreshments were ordered, that the video was up and running and posters in place. Everything was a-okay and going exactly to plan – I had nothing to worry about, although I still did a little. I knew they would be, but have always worked on the assumption if you try to pre-empt things that could go wrong, you have a chance of avoiding them in the first place.
I made lots of phone calls ensuring everything was going to be as perfect as the launch in Malta had been the previous weekend.
I checked out the advance copies of the books and got all my things in order for the launch. Then it was just a matter of waiting for the next day and hoping that folks would turn up as they had at the convention.
The rest of that day is a blur as I made myself busy with all manner of things – organising myself for the post launch period when the rest of the books, already late in arriving were due to find their way to the Keep.
Friday arrived and I went over things once again, checking I had everything in place. Things were once again manic. Around mid-day I picked up Jon Haward from the train station. I was running a little late, but was managing to fit everything in. I took Jon to the local Premier Inn and he booked in. The advert on TV says that everything is premier, except the price – they should be done for false marketing.
Next I needed to set up at the venue, so I made my way along there. Then after going along to the venue and setting up the signing area with books and everything else that was needed, erecting the banners and posters, checking out the video on the huge screen and the refreshments area it was back home to get ready myself.
Moments after I arrived back at the house there was a knock at the door. So with the shower running I answered the door – everyone else was out. It was Worlds End editor, James Hill and his partner Denise. I left them the sky remote and continued to get ready. Shortly after this I could hear James letting in my Mum and Dad and then Margaret arrived back too.
No sooner was I ready than the minibus arrived to take my Mum and Dad, my neighbour Graham, his son, Jack, James, Denise and I to the venue, picking up Jon on the way. My wife Margaret was going along separately with my daughter, Joanne, her husband Toby and my son, Simon.
We arrived around 5:45 p.m. and everyone looked around the amazing atrium, especially the huge Pegasus sculpture made out of horseshoes – it has to be seen to be believed. It really is a great building. They looked at the books for the first time and I was so pleased with the reactions.
Local businessman, Mike Murray was there early due to a prior engagement with his daughter. He bought the first copy of the book of the evening, before many had arrived. He had been in touch since the inception of Wizards Keep and was indeed partly responsible for a small start up grant new businesses were entitled to back then. He was impressed and he admitted he was proud of my efforts in getting the book to print and the success of the launch in Malta, which pleased me no end.s
With about five to ten minutes left before the opening there were about six people there, other then the above members of my family and a few close friends. In the background the video played in a loop and seemed to impress folks, as there was always quite a crowd around it. My daughter Joanne sat beside me taking the payments and my neighbour’s son acted as my assistant handing me the accompanying limited edition prints, which I gave away with the initial books. It was amazing to see so many people there and I was glad I had dressed for the occasion in a suit.
Comic Legend John Ridgway arrived with his wife, Rita. My neighbour and good friend Chris arrived with his wife, Susan with all his camera equipment – he was the event photographer for the evening. Worlds End production designer, Rob and his partner, Carol arrived and came over to congratulate me – Rob was eager to check out the finished book.
Local art store owners, John and Ann arrived next and then it was like someone had opened the flood gates as the atrium seemed to fill up almost immediately and it is a very big area to fill. By the time it was 6:30 p.m. on the dot the place was heaving – I couldn’t believe it. The launch was scheduled from six thirty until nine p.m. and it was none stop throughout. I managed one trip to the refreshment area, really to say thanks and to speak to a few folks and the rest of the time saw me at the tables signing and discussing the books with the people there.
During the evening I was joined by my best friend, Paul and his partner, Cyn as well as more members of my family. There were far more people there though over the night that I didn’t know, which was great – the interest from the local Radio and Internet coverage along with the reportage given by the library and venue itself through the video-link set up had worked a treat.
Chris Trickett, responsible for the Worlds End Video Trailer and Website was also there with his wife, Megan and he was getting lots of praise on the standard of his trailer from lots of folks.
On the night several hundred people turned up to the event, which was far better than I ever expected and I ran out of books too – I could have done with lots more. The self-proclaimed number one fan of Worlds End graced me with his presence too; young Joshua Waite – looking very smart for the occasion. He turned up in person along with his Grandma, as he said he would do via email, to pick up his own copy of the book. It was such a nice thing to experience for me and made all my promotion of the book as an all-ages saga worth while as not just adults, men and women alike, bought the books, so too did children; both boys and girls.
I was so pleased for my parents, Grace and Harry finally seeing their son realise his dream of creating books for a company of his making. I could tell they were really proud. Things had come a long way from the days as a child when I drew on anything I could get hold of and when I wrote stories in the same manner – all of which they kept, unbeknownst to me until a couple of years ago when they had their attic converted. They are in the first of the photos.
I was also so happy for my wife, Margaret and children Joanne and Simon that they could finally see the fruits of not just my labours, but the fruit of their support. They had lived with the roller coaster ride that has been my career in comics down the years and nowadays my new ventures with Wizards Keep. With Worlds End finally existing it suddenly all made sense to folks now, as the graphic novel had become a reality.
It was like being in Malta when I first opened the books over there and I re-quoted, from my favourite quotation in James Joyce’s book The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, once more that – “I had flown by those nets.”
The reaction from my peers in the comic book business on the night must have helped my family to realise how much their sacrifices and support had helped to make this happen, at least I hope so.
For most of the evening I had spent time speaking to lots of folks, apologising mostly towards the end of the night for the lack of books which were still due to arrive from Bosnia – sadly something that was not going to happen until the middle of January, although at the time I didn’t know that.
Around eight thirty it was time to pack up for the evening and make our way over to the nearby Italian restaurant, Mangiamo’s. almost forty of us were going to end the launch in party fashion with a meal at the best Italian around these parts.
No one was disappointed as the meal as always was gorgeous and it was amazing to see how quickly all the guests were served. It’s always a fun atmosphere there and it really did add the icing to an already wonderful cake.
I had Spicy Chicken Livers to start, Spaghetti Bolognese and Meatballs for my main course and a wonderful sweet, whose name escapes me at the moment. It was gorgeous and if you are ever in the area drop by this place – you will love its great food and atmosphere.
A lot of the folks there had never met directly but all thought they knew each other, because of the amount of times over the years that I had mentioned each to the other. John Ridgway was sat with Rita across from my Mum and Dad during the meal and had never met before that night; although they had heard such a lot about each other from me already it was like they had.
It never ceases to amaze me that events such as these remind me so much of other similar events in one’s life such as marriages and births and Christmas, which are a long while in the making and preparations, but go by so quickly.
It had been a little over a week, since I had flown out to Malta, but it had all gone by so fast and now the UK launch too had been and gone. But what a way to do so, as both saw me sell out of the graphic novels, something I had hoped for but wasn’t sure could happen.
With Christmas and my first Grandchild on the way the future was looking great for us here at the Keep. The New Year would see me working on the second volume and I was truly looking forward to it, especially with all the support from the fans the new work was gaining.
Below are some photos of the event towards the end of the evening, as we were almost sold out of books.








 
I would just like to take time before I leave you to wish everyone that turned up for either event, or that has offered their support and custom and then perhaps even taken the time to write, or call me to let me know what you think of the book my heartfelt gratitude.
Without you guys I couldn’t continue to create these books.
I look forward to sharing Worlds End – Volume 2 – A Hard Reign’s Gonna Fall with you all very soon.
Until next time, have fun!

Tim Perkins…April 26th 2012

Malta Comic Con 2011

Part 4 – Day Trips, Torrential Rain and Promenades or, There and Back Again
Hi Everyone,
Monday morning and it was again a beautifully sunny start to the day. Fully refreshed by now, I went down to the hotel dining room once more for breakfast and ate a very hearty repast fit for a king, or should that be a giant? Anyhow it was, as always at the Hotel Santana, very enjoyable. All the other guests were there too and they were excitedly looking forward to the by-now-legendary convention tours. With breakfast finished we all met up outside the hotel at the minibuses, which were to take us on our little post-convention adventures. We were due to go along to the War Museum – Malta for its size has a very war-oriented history, due to it being a very strategic point in the Mediterranean Sea. There we would meet up with some of the organisers who would be accompanying us for the day.
The trip along the coastal road is always a pleasant one and as folks chatted away we soon found ourselves outside the War Museum. It wasn’t long before we were joined outside the museum by the organisers, Mike Quinton, Fabio Agius, Chris Le Galle, Chris Muscat, and Joseph Bugeja. Shortly after we arrived I started to feel a headache coming on again, whilst we waited.
Inside the war museum the artefacts and the descriptions brought home the horrors of war. Whereas the year before we had visited the Armouries and seen all manner of intricately detailed, death dealing weaponry, this particular tour had a much more profound effect on some of the group, especially seeing the wartime poster of the two children in gas masks.
 The pieces of torn metal, the bullet riddled pieces of equipment, the death certificates, the sheer size of the bombs and shells had an air of morbidity about them. Jon Haward found it especially depressing, probably due to the closeness of the years between the two world wars and the present. I have to admit my headache was getting worse and I followed Jon and the guys from Cyprus, Christopher Malapitan and Marios Constantinides out of the end of the museum, having seen all the displays so I could sit down for a while.
Outside the sun shone in an almost cloudless sky, so I shut my eyes hiding them behind my sunglasses. We sat outside in the shade for a while and then moved across the road to what would once have been a defence wall beyond which lay an inlet from the sea. On either side of this was the new and old architecture of Valletta. 
It wasn’t too long before we were joined by the other members of the group; at which point we walked up the hill to where we came to a nice gardened area with sculptures, a water feature and the famous landmark, the Siege Bell War Memorial, which when it went off was LOUD! The bell was contained in a really magnificent Greek/Romanesque type structure and showed just how much heritage and beauty the UK has lost and continues to loose as the architect’s choose steel and glass and prefabrication over more organic looking buildings that are wonderful to look at.
Below us was the sea and a seaplane could almost be touched as it came in to land when we first arrived there. It was a lovely place, ideal for sitting for a while and just enjoying the sea air and great weather. A couple of the things I have always liked about my trips to Malta are both the historical references all over the island and the organisers knowledge of that history. They always explain all about it – keeping the trips relevant and interesting. They do an excellent job of promoting the islands.
We had some fun taking photographs of the place and each other in a variety of “normal” poses and others in heroic “comic book” styled poses and I feel I have to add here for posterity purposes that both Kate Brown and Emma Vieceli took rather a few photos of the posterior of one of the Greek-god-type sculptures. You can check out the evidence in the photos below. I think they said they wanted to get to the bottom of the artist’s integrity… or something along those lines. LOL.
My headache was getting worse and I mentioned this to Mike and arranged to get some tablets as we made our way from Valletta to our next port of call, The Inquisitor’s Palace sited in the heart of Vittoriosa. We made our way back to the minibuses passing as we did some really excellent architecture and some little fishing boats. As we began the walk down the hill to the minibuses Emma, finding out I had a headache gave me two tablets, which were a godsend, as shortly afterwards my headache was gone and we arrived in Birgu. 
The bus rides are always full of chatting and laughter, especially during the tours and this was no exception. Folks were busy snapping photos of the surrounding countryside and buildings and we were all looking forward to something to eat.
First stop though was the Inquisitor’s Palace. Like most buildings in Malta it was very old and contained some fantastic artefacts. First of all we went up a beautiful stone staircase to where we were shown a room full of the paintings, portraits and crests of all the Inquisitors of the period. The ceiling was lined with painted crests and looked magnificent. We were shown around other rooms like the library, and bedrooms and then we were taken to where all the information was gained through ill gained deeds.
Yes, it was the torture chamber – dimly lit. Inside you could make out some of the instruments of torture that were used to get confessions and information on others. There a rack and some instrument for hanging the prisoners so they were suspended from the ceiling and there was even an Iron Maiden for good measure. I say that because although this was supposed to show an horrific method of getting prisoners to admit guilt, etc the tour guide was speaking about the whole affair as if nothing really happened in there, at least nothing bad.
He told us that it was not like the rest of the Spanish Inquisition and was, in his words, relatively cordial in its approach. No one was really tortured there the mere sight of the instruments of torture and death were most often enough to solve any further hassles with getting the said information.
He was actually smiling and quite excited about the whole thing as he guided us around the palace and even the organisers picked up this point and mentioned it to us all when we left. He was a very happy, jolly sort of chap and maybe that was what needed to be shown around, for what could have been a terribly depressing place to visit, given the circumstances in which the building was used.
We were allowed to take photographs and the sounds of digital cameras permeated the air as folks busily snapped away at the many things on display and then we passed through the little gift shop – it is always surprising that these kinds of places have gift shops – I wonder what those with real experience of the true use of the place would actually think of this fact?
Then we found ourselves once more in the street and eager for sustenance. Again walking through the streets to the waterside in Birgu we were surrounded by some wonderful old architecture. The sun was hidden at times behind some hazy clouds, but these were few and far between and it was quite hot still – or at least for a northern barbarian like myself that was indeed the case.
Eventually, having circumnavigated its winding streets, we found ourselves on the waterfront and our restaurant, which I think was called the Sottovento Ristoante, which is actually situated in the former Treasury of the Knights of St John in Vittoriosa. The actual building dates back to the 16th century and has recently been developed to become one of Malta's fast growing popular Marinas. . You could eat in, or outdoors and as it was quite late in the afternoon (around 2:30 p.m. or so) we decided on a couple of tables at the front wall of the restaurant itself next to the main doors.
Eagerly, everyone checked out the menus and what a great choice there was too. The food came and everyone tucked in, chatted and was happy. I had a great discussion along with Jon with one of the organisers, Tamara Fenech, who is also an art student. It proved to be informative for me, as to how the higher education system seems to work over there. It was also very informative for Tamara, who has since used quite a bit of what was said over the meal and used the experience to her advantage in her work – which is wonderful to hear.
The afternoon although, as I have said, was quite late in the day seemed to last longer than the rest of the day up to that point put together and it was a really enjoyable chilled out time that we spent together.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, however, it soon became time for us to make tracks and head back to the minibuses once more – because the main meal was yet to come and what a meal it would be too, but then I had already experienced this wonderful event already on the two previous years.
Jon, having some medical conditions, which make it hard for him to stand for long was feeling tired after being on his feet for so long, so Mike, Chris, Jon and myself strolled leisurely back to our ride to the hotel. The trip back was the usual one filled with lots of happy folks, who were just beginning to realise it was almost time to eat – again!
Back at the hotel I showered and changed and then headed back to the foyer to meet up with everyone else. Sean and I were busily promoting Chris Stellini’s wonderful cooking and everyone listening was licking his or her lips in anticipation of the coming feast.
The air of anticipation for the coming banquet par excellence could have been cut with a knife I tell you and yet, for all the promoting of the meal that Sean Azzopardi and I had done, we had could not really do Chris’ food the justice it really deserved.
We arrived in due course at the restaurant, Peperoncino’s. 2010 had been a wonderful evening and this year’s was no exception. It really is a magnificent way to end the convention on a high note, although that high note starts from the moment you land at Malta airport, prior to the start of the convention.
Now, usually I attend the meal in a shirt and jeans, but this year I opted for a black vest with a manga design on the front, whereas Mark Ellul who usually chooses a vest decided on the shirt option. It was the talking point at the start of the conversation with some of the organisers who had also noticed this.
We all found a place to sit, ordered our drinks and then the proceedings began.
My meal consisted of the complimentary Soup of the Day, which was lovely, a starter of Pasta with Lamb Ragout, which was beautiful, a main course of Veal Scallops with Marasala Sauce, which was gorgeous and a sweet of indescribable wonder. All of which was accompanied by wine, Cisk and then followed at the end of the meal with a coffee. MAGNIFICENT!!! I must give my kudos once more to Chris and his fellow chefs on their fantastic meals.
Most of the people speaking to me where complimenting the Worlds End graphic novel, which was wonderful for me. I would have loved to launch it at one of the previous conventions, but it just wasn’t to be. This year though was perfect – it had been a lot of work all throughout 2011, but it was worth it in the end to see the book finally in my hands and more importantly in the hands of fans and to hear their thoughts on it too.
The service at the restaurant was again fantastic and I have to add that you are made to feel part of a fun-filled family when you are there. It is certainly all smiles and laughs from all the staff.
Everyone enjoyed the meal, bar none and Chris received a great hail of well-deserved cheering as he re-entered the restaurant at the end of the meal.
He room was alive with an electric buzz both during and also after the meal and then we heard a sound, at first it was faint and then we realised it was a bell – Santa’s bell. It was so close to Christmas that Santa himself, hearing what a show the guys put on and how the meal at the end was superb, had managed to drop by and see what it was like for himself. He asked if I had been a good boy and I said I had tried my best. He must have thought so too, as I was pleased with my presents at Christmas.
I had meant to do something about thanking the guys in a more public way on both previous events, but once inside the restaurant I decided that I was determined this year with the successful and heart warming launch at their convention to show my thanks and appreciation and to thank them all on behalf of the other guests too.
I waited for a slight lull in proceedings and then stood at the back of the restaurant, so everyone could see and hear me. I then, off the top of my head, thanked them and went through the list of folks I had to thank, but unfortunately I missed out Tamara and one of my best mates there, Mark Ellul, until prompted, whereupon I rectified the situation, but my words had managed to touch on what is special about these guys as I saw a few teary eyes, something which probably lead to my missing the two folks there out in the first place. Anyhow, once again Tamara and Mark, sorry for that slight oversight you guys are the best!
A short time later a much better prepared Mike Quinton with speech in hand delivered his, starting with saying he had written a little speech, but didn’t know really how he could follow mine, which was obviously heartfelt (and yes, Mike it was, mate) which was a tremendous compliment for me.
After Mike had said his thanks I gave the organisers and guests their by-now customary Worlds End posters (created especially to commemorate the convention) and amidst a host of photo taking it was soon that time of evening once again. After three years the feeling has not changed, nor diminished. It is a nice warm feeling but one tinged with a little sadness, as we all say our goodbyes. Then once again it was time for the renowned last group photo of everyone there and that’s always a lot of fun, especially as we all know folks are trying to put on a brave face and hide a few tears maybe.
There was just time for a few more hugs and promises to stay in touch and then once more it was time to get aboard the minibuses for the last time and our trip back to the hotel. Folks were shouting to each other from inside and outside the buses and waving until we could no longer see each other and then we all sat back full of food and some great treasured memories. 
We arrived back at the hotel and I agreed to meet up with Jon in the morning. I returned to my room, packed my stuff for the journey home the next evening, lay on the bed and promptly fell asleep.
Well, the morning came round, thankfully, and I joined Jon downstairs for breakfast. The sky outside was blue with a few wispy white clouds and some bigger ones far out to sea. After breakfast we placed our travel luggage into storage at the hotel and then we took a stroll down to the promenade once more, reprising our first morning in Malta.
Once again it was a lovely pleasant piece of time spent idly chatting about things. Jon was still speaking to me about how much Worlds End had impressed him and how he really admired what I had manage to achieve with such a book. He was continually singing the praises of the convention and its organisers throughout the time we spent in Malta and today was no exception, as once more he said just what a great time he had been made to have there.
He had now seen first hand just what a magnificent job the guys do of running the con. In his words he had just spent one of the best weeks of his life in Malta – a great accolade for the amount of time and Herculean effort they put into it.
We walked for about a mile and decided, after Jon had picked up a few bits and pieces to take home to family and friends, to buy an ice cream again and sit in the morning sun overlooking the sea.
By the time we had sat for what seemed like an age and discussed just about everything there was to discuss, some grey clouds had started to move in overhead. Ill prepared for the change in weather, dressed as we were in T-shirts, we set off back to the hotel. Our pace back was a little more brisk than we had used when going in the opposite direction I can tell you.
The rain was only very light, however, and by the time we were ready to walk up the street to the hotel from the promenade road it had stopped and the sun was once more showing itself to the world below. By the time we had walked about a hundred yards, or so there was hardly a sign that it had rained – not like back home in Cimmeria Lancashire… LOL.
 Arriving back at the hotel we decided to have a drink of Cisk and sit in the comfort of the foyer area on the soft leather sofas. Thomas Gosselin joined us and again we chatted away whiling away the afternoon, which was getting darker and darker as the storm clouds moved in. The heavens opened and I mean opened. The rain was torrential and the thunder and lightning very bright and very loud. The downpour bounced off the foyer’s skylight windows and from the door you see it hitting everywhere and bouncing back like ping-pong balls.
Jon took a photo of me holding my copy of Worlds End underneath the hotel Christmas tree and it felt right now with the change in the weather… it was certainly more reminiscent of being back in the UK. More guests joined us and soon Emma, Kate, Sonia, Sean, Steve and his wife and baby, Gary and Mhairi were all there. It was a last chance to do a bit of phone number and email address swapping with promises to keep in touch amongst all the new folks there.
Mike Quinton arrived and I received a text message – it was the most wonderful news and it felt fantastic, even better than the feelings I had had when I saw the books for the first time a few days earlier. It was from my daughter Joanne and I sent her a return text message and asked if I could share the information with the group. The message came back it was fine to do so, but I had to swear them all to secrecy – she asked me to ask the guys to not mention anything on FaceBook, etc about what they were about to hear.
I was near the reception desk and I asked the gang there to accompany me down to the others in the main area of the foyer. As we all stood underneath the Christmas tree I showed them the image I had just been sent – it was scan of my granddaughter to be – Phoebie. Huge cheers raised the roof, even above all the thunderous noise of the storm outside and I have to admit now to fighting back a few tears as I shared the news with all my comic friends.
After hugs, kisses and lots of congratulatory words it was time for Jon and I to leave with Mike for the airport. Due to the weather it was deemed better to all make our way together, rather than risk my being stuck because of the storm – as my flight was about three hours, or so later than Jon’s.
So our last farewells given and a final wave from folks the three of us braved the rain outside, which thankfully had turned to a soft drizzle and placed our luggage in Mike’s car. No sooner had we done so and got in ourselves than the heavens opened up once more leaving it to the top speed of the wipers to clear the way for Mike’s visibility to drive.
It may not rain too often in Malta, but when it does, boy is it frenzied!
It was a slow journey to the airport as the rain made it difficult to see out of the windscreen and the amount of it started to cause floods in places. Jon was beginning to think it may mean staying longer as the flights may not take off.
Once we arrived there I bought us all teas, coffees and cakes and then we proceeded to wait for Jon’s flight to be called. In no time at all Jon placed his bags through the check in desk and then a few hugs later we arranged to see each other in a couple of days time at my UK launch event back in the UK. A last wave off and then Mike and I returned to the airport café for more tea and coffee.
Mike brought me a whopping great sandwich back too, which was very kind of him and we sat together until my flight too was called reflecting all the while about MaltaComicCon 2011 and my plans for the books, including creating Worlds End Volume 2 - A Hard Reign's Gonna Fall. It was very kind of Mike to stay with me until it was time for me to go to the departure lounge, especially in view of the weather outside, but that’s just the kind of guys they are.
The time passed quickly, however and then it was time for more hugs and well wishing and a final wave and then I was on my way back home once more. I was only in the departure lounge for around half an hour at the most and I spent that time speaking to my lift back from the airport, Derek and contemplating what had just transpired in Malta. 2011 had been a whirlwind of an affair and now, just this side of Christmas I had launched my first ever graphic novel.
As I sat there waiting for the plane and having told Margaret I was about to leave for home I planned my next step, the UK launch. On board the Thomson jet I met a lovely couple and showed them my copy of the book when they asked what I had been doing in Malta. The journey always goes quickly when time is spent speaking with other passengers and this trip was no exception, although the week’s event had, by this time, started to catch up with me and I slept for about an hour of it.
I met Derek at the airport arrivals area, just after midnight and once in the car he and I and his dog, Sasha, who had come along for the ride, made our way back to my home. The trip back saw me repeating, as I would for several days, if not weeks all that had happened on my very successful and enjoyable trip.
In no time at all we arrived at my house and I was greeted by Margaret with a kiss and Bentley Bogtrotter with a woof and then, yes you guessed it I saw myself repeating it all again. I made some cups of tea and coffee and Derek spent about half an hour with us before he too decided it was time to call it a day. I thanked him once again as he was leaving and waved him off. His trips to the airport with me had book ended the trip wonderfully for me.
After he had gone I unpacked and then took a shower to refresh after the trip. Then after a little light supper and another cup of tea it was time for bed.
The next morning would see me very busy indeed prior to my UK launch in two days time. There was a still lot to do – last minute plans and things to check, people to speak to. And then I was asleep. Well, after all, it was about three in the morning by this time.  
People are often asking me about the kind of and the amount of superlatives I use when writing these MaltaComicCon Blogs. Well, in answer to everyone’s enquiries, there simply aren’t enough of them that are descriptively sufficient to give a true perspective picture of the events in my humble opinion.
So, with that in mind, if you are lucky enough to be invited along there at some point – please snatch off their hands with the invitation attached, you will be so glad you did. And if you aren’t one of the lucky ones, but would love to go along and maybe attach it to a part holiday – again, please do so. You too will be in for such a pleasant surprise.
I know the guys are planning another convention as you read this little Blog, because I have heard that Joseph Bugeja is presently working on this year’s metallic mascot for the logo and some of the other guys are in planning sessions, so stay tuned and I will be plugging the Mighty Marching MaltaComicCon as soon I am given the go ahead.
Coming up here on the Blog will be a quick look back at 2011, a look forward for what’s in store for the rest of 2012, a review, or two and all the latest updates on Worlds End – Volume 2 - A Hard Reign’s Gonna Fall plus a few unexpected goodies. 
And now, without further ado, the last of the photos of MaltaComicCon3: 
The look on Jon's face on the second photo sums up the feel of the conventions - contentment.



















































I would just like to add is my heartfelt thanks to all of the organisers, Mike, Chris and his wife Joanna, Fabio, Mark and Elaine, Chris Muscat ( for making sure my books got there), Joseph, Samantha, Tamara, Chris S (the worlds greatest chef) Susan, Gorg, Laurence, Jeanelle, Bernard, Dean, Daniela, Inez, Maria, Frank, Brian, my number one Maltese fan - Kimberley and all my other Maltese friends - too many to mention - a fact of which I am proud to say!

I would also like to say thanks to Jon for sharing both the Malta launch and the UK one too (more in my next Blog) and all the other guests, including, David, Sean, Thomas, Emma, Kate, Sonia, Gary, Mhairi, Renee and Mike G, Chris de, Chris, Aurelio, Chris T, Taylor, Marco, Lucio and his wife and anyone else I may have neglected to add here, sorry.

I would also like to thank all the pupils and staff of the Maltese schools I was lucky enough to share my worlds and art with, all the staff at the Hotel Santana, the staff of the St. James Cavalier, the staff at Peperoncino's and all the other lovely restaurant's, take aways and bars who served us, along with Topsy and the guys that ferried us around the beautiful island.

Last, but not least, I would like to say thanks to my chauffeur, Derek for getting me to and from the airport on time and more and my wife, Margaret whose support means I can continue to create. And Congratulations to Joanne and Toby on their wonderful news about their baby-in-waiting, Phoebie.

You all helped to make this not just a wonderful convention experience, but also a very memorable launch for the first of my graphic novels - memories, which will stay with me forever - thanks to you all!

Until next time, have fun!

Tim Perkins…
April 23rd 2012

Malta Comic Con 2011

Part 3 – Launches, Lunches and Laughs...
Hi Everyone,
Well Saturday morning was a hive of activity, as all the guests and organisers congregated for breakfast. The smell of cooked breakfasts permeated the air and I felt really excited as I looked at the day that lay before us. Everyone was chatting as they looked forward to what the weekend held in store for them. Having been here previously twice before I already knew they were in for a treat and would love every second. I also knew that it needed to be savoured as it would go by so quickly.
Once I had devoured my 12 course breakfast – only kidding, but it got you going didn't it? – I went back to my room grabbed the camera, cash and drawing equipment and arrived in the foyer to await the coming of the minibuses. That almost sounds like a 50's B-Movie title or 60's comic book from Jack Kirby, doesn't it – "The Coming of the Minibuses!" AAAAaaarrggghhh!
Anyhow I digress; it was another lovely sunny start to the convention weekend.
There wasn't much time to do anything down at St. James Cavalier except sort out someone to man my table whilst I taught in my by now usual workshop spot of 10:00 a.m. One of the volunteers kindly filled the spot for me and looked after things whilst I was away. The workshop was fully subscribed and was bulging at the seams with young children eager to learn some tips and my little fan, Kimberley a regular at my workshops who has attended all three conventions came along with her uncle Bryan once more. The workshop is only two hours long, but I try to fit as much into the sessions as I possibly can and we found ourselves drawing all manner of imaginary creatures and characters.
Later that day she would find herself back at my convention table once again for her annual request for a sketch of Batman and Robin and this year a copy of Worlds End – something she had been waiting anxiously all year for!
I start off showing lots of different ways to draw followed by some follow my leader type illustrations with the children following my lead as I draw first and they then copy. I follow this part of the sessions with all manner of things being created by the children and then I ask them to let me know what they would like me to draw, so that they can see how I do it and then they can have a go too.
During part of the session I asked them to draw something based on something I said and added if anyone drew anything like mine (I drew several) those people would get a prize of a pen and bookmark from my table in the convention. Well this was so successful I decided to give everyone there the same prize and later that day would find a steady stream of young children and their parents coming to collect their prizes and in some cases purchase a copy of the Worlds End graphic novel too.
The Sessions always go too quickly and the children would stay there all day if we let them, but all good things must come to an end as they say and so after signing a few autographs and producing some very quick sketches it was back to the main hall for me.
Once back there I sat down next to Emma Vieceli, with Kate Brown and Sonia Leong across from us both respectively. Although the weather was great it was quite a relatively slow start to the event, compared to previous years, but there had been a change to the layout as far as walk-through was concerned. The corridor which usually directed folks from the top and entrance to the main hall had been blocked up and everyone was being re-directed to the middle hall and the stairs and lift to the rooms above. The event itself was seeing quite a decent footfall, but little of it was filtering back into the main hall.
By lunch time, though I had only sold a couple more books and no one in the main hall was particularly busy. I mentioned this to the organisers who had said they thought it was looking a little quiet in the main hall. I told them that I thought it was due to the different layout. I was told they would look to change it around to what it usually was as soon as possible.
In the meantime I was taken along with Emma, Kate and Sonia to have lunch at "Inspirations!" with Samantha Abela another of the organisers. I arrived just a minute, or so after the others, as I had been speaking to the guys about the layout of the entrance, etc. They were about to order some drinks and as I sat down to join them a round of cokes was decided on all round. The lunch was a great idea to go along as a small group of us and it gave everyone a chance to find out more about the others. This was exactly what had made the very first convention so successful back in 2009 when there were only five guests.
The general talk was on the subject of comics. Sonia works in a Manga style, whilst both Emma and Kate, albeit influenced by Manga are obviously more of what I would, if I was called upon to do, producing comics in a fusion of eastern and western styles. Both Emma and Kate would reiterate more than once throughout the trip how much they are slipping through the middle ground with comics fans, as their styles are neither what folks may term traditionally Manga, nor are they quite western enough to suit those sensibilities either. I told them, having looked at all their work that to me they were just producing comics – period!
They smiled and seemed happy that I got them, but I must say that they too understood what I was doing with Worlds End. Although there was an age difference there was no real discernible difference in the way we look on and approach the storytelling in our sequential art.
The conversation continued down the comics route with a discussion on influences, followed by one, which again looked at today's marketplace and the expansion of new creatively controlled and creatively own IPs. Although that term may grate with some folks it does cover the bases as far as describing the content of the concept for everyone.
It was a real treat for me and a first too, as I mentioned I had never discussed comics like this with female comics creators before and it was great to hear their thoughts on what had been up until now a very male dominated industry and industry I use very sparingly. I say that because of the way the corporate side of comics has sucked dry and spat out countless creative geniuses without whose creativeness in their work we would perhaps not have the same comic business to work in that we do. It is only inevitable that when those forefathers of comics were never truly recompensed for all their inventiveness, over decades and with whom cynical contracts were forced upon them using the fear of being out of work to gain their signatures, whilst other non creative suit types benefit to this day from these same ill-conceived immoral contracts.
Hearing the thoughts of the girls was something, which I am glad I was a party to and I must say made what was an excellent meal (I had Spaghetti Bolognese – and it was wonderful) an even more fulfilling experience.
These three creators had the same sensibilities I have always had despite what the comics business tries to do with those kinds of thoughts. The ideology of my youth I saw reflected in their thoughts, that same ideology I have returned to during my time since the inception of Wizards Keep and the production of Worlds End.
I saw a freshness in their approaches – they are as yet unconstrained by the workings of mainstream comics (a phrase, as you probably already know, I hate). There was an enthusiasm for the medium and unfettered love of comics in general – not just superheroes. I have to say that it was so refreshing to hear all of this and have to add that I feel this is the reason for the success of the three young comics creators. Well time really does fly when you are having fun and I think the meal helped to cement our mutual understanding. Certainly in future Blogs I will be looking at each of the artists in question and sharing their work with you guys.
 So it was that time had moved on, such was our enjoyment of the topics of conversation and of course it was the marvellous MaltaComicCon once again that afforded this wonderful experience for us all.
We began to notice that behind us the corridor in front of the cafe was fast becoming a real hive of activity and at length we returned to the main hall to see what was happening. The entrance layout had been changed back to the way it had been in the two years previous and everything had suddenly changed and certainly for the better, as the main hall was now packed to brimming.
Anxiously the three of us returned to our places and found ourselves the centres of attraction with the fans and folks there to see what this event was all about. It's surprising what a difference the change in positioning of an entrance can make to an event.
As usual there were lots of things going on, at the far end of the main hall to my right Lucio Parrillo was painting an original acrylic painting of a transforming, Incredible Hulk. Across from him sat Joseph Bugeja, Roderick Pace, Laurence Paul Zrinzo, and across from these guys were Liza Mallia, amongst others.
To my left Michael Golden was signing books alongside Renee Witterstaetter. Next to Michael, Jon Haward busily sketched for the fans and across from these guys sat Susan Waitt, David Lloyd and young Maltese cosplayer and artist Liz Mallia, all busy signing, sketching and chatting to the visitors.
Across from me Kate and Sonia were doing the same and Emma sat to my right managed to sell of all her books before the end of play on the first day. Like she said she hadn't brought a great deal, but she sold all she had, which was brilliant.
The local artists were as equally busy as the foreign guests as the convention began to hot up with lots more visitors in the main hall.
By the time 5 o'clock came around I had sold around half my books. It had been a great first day. With everyone buzzing we returned to the minibuses and this time I was in the one driven by our old convention driver from year 2, Topsy. We exchanged the usual pleasantries and then I found myself and the others being whisked off back to the hotel.
A quick shower and change of clothes later and I was back downstairs in the foyer with Jon, David, Emma, Kate, Sonia and Thomas Gosselin. The convention itinerary read; 8.15 pm – Arrival at Santana Hotel and Dinner. 9.30 p.m. – After Party. That being the case the seven of us went about trying to find out where in the hotel the dinner was taking place.
We checked the dining room – no, we checked the original bar from year 1 – no we went to the top floor – no we went back to the foyer – no. Six of us tried to get in the lift and go back up as a group having walked previously via the stairs and found the lift wouldn't work. It was too full – I tried the door and it was shades of the "Windett Curse", which some of you will remember from last year's convention. This time, however, we couldn't blame Dave – he wasn't with us.
I tried the doors again, nothing. So someone asked me to press the alarm – nothing. Folks were starting to giggle and laugh – what were we going to do. I asked folks to give me a bit more room – hard to do with some many folks in it and Jon being a big lad. A small space was allocated for me and I did my best Incredible Hulk impression and thankfully the doors now opened, but only with me prising them open.
 We went back to the top floor this time on foot and then collapsed in heaps on a settee on the top floor. It was inevitable but we began to split up as we searched for where the meal was taking place. After about half an hour at least of this toing and froing with Jon and Thomas and I now down at the foyer area having joined back up with David, we decided to go for a meal at the Chinese restaurant across the road again. The girls continued to search for a while longer, but for us oldies we decided to find our own food.
We crossed the square to the restaurant and luckily we were early enough to go straight to a table, where once again David ordered wine and we all decided on a Banquet for four – it was around 8:30 p.m. It was a marvellous feast and we tucked eagerly into each course as we chatted. We had soup to start and lots of it, followed by a multitude of starters on a platter. This was followed by crispy duck and all the trimmings. This was in turn followed by six main meals, noodles and fried rice. Yet more arrived in the way of a sweets course and it was all rounded off with a coffee and liqueurs.
Once more we discussed comics and life in general and then, towards the end of the meal, it got around to names again... and yes, this time Thomas was in fits of laughter at this esoteric mischief. We never did find out what had made David laugh so much, but I hope to one day find out.
The meal, as I say, was six courses and took an age to consume, by the time we had and were ready to pay the bill it was around 10:30 p.m. It really had been a magnificent meal and we waddled back across the square to the hotel weighing somewhat heavier. 
We arrived at the top floor of the hotel having asked at reception to confirm it was taking place there. This time we needed the lift – we would never have made it alive on foot up the stairs. We entered the lift to the right and decided on leaving the left hand side lift, which had failed us earlier. It creaked and groaned as it rose into the shaft and headed towards the after party containing the four of us, by now fully laden.
Once outside the lift (I am sure it sighed with relief as the doors closed behind us) lots of voices could be heard in party spirit and the four of us made our way to where all the fun was being had. We entered the party and there were lots of cheers and smiles all around the room. It was then another enjoyable evening spent chatting with the organisers, who were relieved that day 1 had gone so well, in light of the amount of new events and number of guests on this year. I chatted for a while with Chris De Souza Jensen about his latest work on a co-operatively created mural, which I had seen earlier that week before I had left England on FaceBook. I had met Chris at MaltaComcCon2 in 2010 when he was painting the mural outside the venue in Valletta in the pouring rain.
Jon was having a whale of a time chatting with all the new folks too. Mike Quinton bought a round of shots for everyone and a toast was given followed by the organisers dancing like Cossacks. The evening passed quickly and before we knew it, it was time to get some sleep before the early start on Sunday morning for breakfast before day 2. I returned to my room, checked everything was ready for the morning, got into bed and the moment my head hit the pillow I was sound asleep.
Day 2 started with a little light drizzle, but by the time I had eaten breakfast and was in the foyer waiting for the minibuses once more the sky was to be filled with more sun than clouds. Everyone was there at breakfast once more and I sat and spoke with Sean Azzopardi and Thomas over the early morning meal. It was a hive of creative and organisational force consuming more nourishment than a herd of Galactuses.
We arrived at St James' once more; it was hot and the sun shone everywhere – it looked like being another lovely day. We each made our way back to our allotted places and picking up my camera I decided to make a quick tour of the convention before it officially opened once more, snapping away to try and preserve the folks and their work on day 2.
Once back at my table it became busy once more. Emma had no further books to sell, but was busy sketching for the fans. It continued to get busy in this way all throughout the day, with little let up – it was indeed a well turned out event and the organisers must have felt some relief from all of that.
Kate went off early on in the day's proceedings to teach her children's workshop, just as I had the day before. The weather seemed to be bringing the best out in everyone guest and visitor alike as a steady flow of visitors entered the main hall. The early morning of the second day of the convention was in sharp contrast to the first, probably down to the arrangement of the entrance and walk-through aspect, as much as the weather. Whatever it was MaltaComicCon3, or 2011 as the organisers were billing it was a success yet again.
By the time Kate returned again so too had stalwart convention, chef supreme, Chris Stellini. It was too good an opportunity with three young women sitting in close proximity, so I told them he was our chef par-excellence tomorrow evening and he was the guy with the tattoo of all tattoos on his back – the red Incredible Hulk. Well without any persuasion at all Chris soon had his shirt off and was proudly parading his amazing tattoo for all to see. The girls were totally blown away by the image. It really is the best tattoo I have ever personally seen.
Soon it was time for lunch and having sold more books I joined Chris Le Galle, Jon Haward and Kate on the terrace of the Impressions cafe and ordered a bowl of spaghetti Bolognese and a coke. We chatted away and Chris was in a much more relaxed state now. The pressures of the convention were obviously now easing and the realisation that it was another success was beginning to make an impression on him.
The organisers work incredibly hard, harder than most folks truly realise all year long between the conventions, working with the Maltesel government and the British Council and all the bureaucracy that comes along with these things. Then there are the other workshops, walks and events on the run up to the conventions. There are the guests to find and arrange flights, transfers and accommodation for, along with ticket sales and the set up and running of the venue itself. I haven't even scratched the surface and what made things worse for the guys this year was the level of organising it took – there were after all 19 of us guests – no mean feat for such a small number of folks organising an international affair of this kind.
After lunch it was time for a final few hours of convention fun and frolics and that moment of most fun and frolics lay only just around the corner for us all. The convention had been missing something and I knew what it was and I wasn't to be disappointed either, because who should make his annual if somewhat late appearance, but FAT-SPIDEY!!!
The place was lifted even higher when he arrived to tumultuous applause and cheers. He really does make the event complete, but with his busy schedule of keeping the sunny streets of Malta free from crime it is totally understandable that he struggles to make the event. He can hardly drop his crime fighting to have his photo taken and his signature on a piece of e-bay-proof paper can he?
Whether it was his sudden appearance, or a last minute chance to own one of my Worlds End graphic novels from the world launch there in Malta I am unsure, but the last couple of hours saw me sell out of the books and sell some other products that I had taken along to the event. I felt good – the launch as well as the convention had been a total success for me.
I have to mention a few folks in particular before we reach the end of this third convention Blog. The work now being produced by the Maltese artists has continued to grow in both style and technique and new up and coming artists such as Inez Kristina Baldachinno, Jeanelle Marie Zammit, Bernard Micallef, Joseph Bugeja, Iella, Laurence Paul Zrinzo, Maria Isabella Grech and Richard Pace to name but a few of an ever growing number of creative folks from those sunny shores have shown a vast improvement in both delivery technique and style over the last three years that I have been honoured to be amongst them.
Two groups – the Troglodyte guys and the Pilot guys showed some incredible work to me this year. The former in the form of huge murals that the folks of Malta are indeed lucky indeed to have on display in their land and the latter in the form of a thick soft back bound graphic art album.
I think a lot of this is due in no small way to three factors, the incredible opportunities to showcase their artwork to the public and amongst their international professional comics creators at the convention over a three year period. All of which has been afforded to them by the dedication of the convention organisers  who continually strive to promote, literacy, the sequential form, artwork in general, Maltese culture, cuisine, tourism, music and all manner of other things to adults and children alike. Gorg Mallia's unceasing support of the graphic narrative form of comics and their, as yet, underrated use as an educational tool is also a big factor in this. As is the support of local artist, and US ex-patriot, Susan Waitt, who again in her unceasing ways to promote and support the local arts and its artists helps with the local confidence stream.
I don't think it will be long before some of these guys obtain the recognition they so richly deserve in Malta and then who knows perhaps the world will see a new art movement – I sincerely hope so.
The anticlimax of any of the conventions that you may attend anywhere for the guests can be somewhat deflating, but this is never the case with this convention, because the fun continues until we get back to our respective homes once again.
I, along with everyone else packed up my gear ready to leave Valletta for this year. Once packed away all that remained was for everyone to chat whilst the minibuses returned to take everyone back to the hotel and an evening meal.
For me that was not to be the case, as Chris and his lovely wife, Joanna had asked me over to have an evening meal with them at their house in Naxxar (Which is pronounced as Nashar), which was fantastic. So the three of us soon found ourselves with a car laden with our convention wares and on our way to pick up pizza and enjoy an evening chatting outside of the convention. Joanna dropped Chris and I off on the way home outside the local pizza take-away and even that was immense fun, as Chris told me all about the local architecture and culture. We placed our order and then went for a short walk about the town, where he told me lots of interesting facts. Then after picking up our order it was a short and enjoyable chat and walk back to their home beneath a warm, starry, late November evening in Malta.
Back at their place the three of us got a chance to chat about our families, our love of film, music, books, TV and of course comics. It is always surprising how much common interests folks interested in comics have with each other and this night was no exception to that rule.
It was a wonderful evening, which to be honest again passed too quickly. Although we were all terribly tired after the week long events since I had arrived. It had finally caught up with us all. The guys for all the hard work organising it all alongside their day jobs and me having completed my first graphic novel and launched it mere moments ago. I still feel awful as it was all I could do, despite both Chris and his wife being wonderful and gracious hosts, keeping my eyes open. My body was now telling me it wanted to shut down.
I made my apologies as Joanna drove the three of us back to the hotel. The couple were having none of it however and reciprocated those thoughts to me too – they felt just as tired as I did. It was time for bed as soon as they got back to their home too. Tomorrow was set to be another long and eventful day of touring and sight-seeing – oh, yes and food – tremendous amounts of glorious and totally tasty food, so rest was much needed before then.
 So it was following several group hugs later that I went up the hotel steps to the foyer with my convention gear in tow. I turned and waved the couple off and then went inside. Once there I found that David Lloyd, Jon Haward and Thomas Gosselin were still up chatting. I took my things upstairs and then returned to the bar for a nightcap with the three guys, as David was leaving early the next morning – in a few hours in fact. Then after a brief ten minutes chat and our goodbyes and good nights said it was off to bed for me, so I would be ready for the trip on the morrow.
I knew having been to all three conventions held in Malta that their Monday trips and evening meals are superb so we were all in for some treats from the moment we woke up – in the meantime though I needed to recharge my batteries in preparation for the coming day's events.
In the meantime here are some photographs of the convention weekend:




































Until next time, have fun!

Tim Perkins…March 28th 2012

Malta Comic Con 2011

Part 2 – Lectures, Laughs and Lots of Good Food.

Hi Everyone,

The alarm went off and I arose to another beautiful day. I showered, got myself ready for what lay ahead and set off for breakfast. Jon and David were nowhere to be seen that morning and I ate alone. It was still quite early and the day was spread before me.
 Shortly after grabbing my stuff for the seminar, I met up with Mike in the Hotel Santana foyer. With the change of plan and the seminar being replaced by the workshops he had managed to download the file I had sent to him, from Chris, from here in the UK to a USB stick and he had arranged with the schools to have a laptop and interactive screen available along with a flipchart.

It was another glorious day and we were soon joined by Chris Le Galle, another of the main organisers, who had not been able to join us the day before due to work commitments. Once again the familiar trip from one part of the island to the other took place and we made our way to the workshops.

As we travelled Mike told me it was his old school that we were visiting. They were acting as host to all the other schools. He went on to further tell me that he had only been back to the school on the one time to set the workshops up with them, so this was going to be a strange experience for him.

It didn't take long before we found ourselves at the school in question, Stella Maris College which is situated in the town of Gzira. We were greeted inside by the head teacher, Marisa Abela after waiting a short while in the reception area. The usual sounds of children going about between lessons permeated the air and I was excited to start working with them. Having worked with youngsters at the convention on the previous two trips to the convention I knew they could actually understand me when I spoke – always a good thing really.

We were taken to see the director of the school, Brother David and I was introduced to him as an English comic artist and writer. We had a brief discussion whereby I answered his questions about comics and what they were – explaining to him my thoughts on them being a vastly underused teaching aid and then, with plans to return to his office before leaving, we were once again whisked off to the room where the workshops would take place.

The room was a good size and I was asked if the seating arrangements were okay. I assured the teachers they were fine and then began to set up the laptop ready to show the Worlds End video trailer . Water arrived – always needed in Malta when delivering the workshops; I tend to get a dry mouth very quickly over there, some might even say that's a good thing.

The children of mixed ages and from four different secondary schools arrived along with their teachers and Mike Quinton introduced me to them. The blinds were closed and I said that as I believe the old adage that a picture paints a thousand words I would open with some pictures and then, with the lights then turned off, we ran the video trailer.

There was a marked silence with the occasional oohs and aahs from the children as they watched and I scanned the room to see what kind of reaction the imagery was getting. Thankfully the video did the trick and received a great reception from all in the room, including the teachers.

I gave a brief introduction about my involvement in comics and with Worlds End in particular and then began my workshop; taking everything right back to basics, which is the way I always work with my workshops.

I show a variety of ways of sketching, emphasising "scribbling" and in a light-hearted way slowly gain their confidence, which of course helps to give them confidence in themselves. The session went well and quite quickly too, as is the wont of these things.

I nearly always try to fit in a treat of mine "The Jedi Knight Trick," and here in Malta was no exception. I began by asking what we need when we draw and the usual pencils and paper answers came back at me. I then prompted them what we need physically from ourselves and was told hands, arms, bones, muscles, brains, imagination, and eyes amongst a few others. I explained that it must always come from the heart and then asked them did we need to see the picture to draw it – they all said yes.

I explained I was a Jedi Knight and could use the Force and asked how many believed me – a handful did so. I then said that I could turn them all into young trainee Jedi Knights and more than a few eyes opened wide and smiles abounded around the room. I described the scene in the very first Star Wars film, Episode IV – A New Hope, whereby Luke Skywalker is trying unsuccessfully to fight a training droid. Obi Wan Kenobi then blindfolds him and tells him to use the Force. This is exactly what I do with the children sans blindfolds of course – they just shut their eyes.

First it was my turn and so, "drawing on the Force," I drew an old oak tree stump along with roots whilst keeping my eyes tight shut; all the while watched eagerly by one of the teachers to make sure I wasn't peeping.  When it was done there was a loud cheer and a round of applause; it looked as though I had been telling the truth and indeed was a Jedi Knight.

Next it was the turn of one of the pupils. I asked for one and none were forthcoming, for obvious reasons. I made my choice and assuring him that if he concentrated and allowed the Force to guide him using ideas coming from within me as a Jedi he would also be able to use the Force to draw his tree too.

I told him I would touch his arm when he needed to stop and when I did so, he opened his eyes and stood in awe that he had managed to draw a tree with his eyes shut tight – for anyone wondering I had been watching him all throughout. He was given a rapturous round of applause and then he returned to his seat.

Finally it was the turn of the other pupils and as if by magic they all drew trees. Of course it was really the Force, or was it magik from the Wizards Keep ?

No sooner had the session begun than the morning had passed and it was time to stop. As they say time flies when you are having fun!

I was then shown the work of several pupils that had brought their artwork along for just this purpose. They were very enthusiastic to show their work and with good reason; despite their young age there was some promise shown in their portfolios. I would like to think I had been looking at Malta's comic artists, writers, and designers of the future.

A legion of pupils then surrounded me and I was asked to sketch and sign autographs for them – always a great privilege to do. They each said goodbye and then I found myself along with Mike and Chris being whisked off once more to Brother David's office, where he was told how successful the workshop had been.

He very kindly offered the three of us his blessing and then we were off once more beneath the Maltese sunshine back to the hotel. The consensus from my two companions – Job well done! I was very happy.

Arriving back at the hotel and going back to my room to freshen up I missed David, who unlike me – having not seen Mike the previous evening, was unaware of the change in plans with the workshop he was now en route to; he had up to this point believed it was a lecture on his work on V for Vendetta.

I had a brief catch up with Jon, who was in the cafe area of the hotel and then I returned to my room. Back there I decided to start work on some pre-ordered sketches for the organisers to kill a little time before we were all due to meet up once more in the late afternoon, some of which are amongst the photos at the end of the Blog.

The afternoon passed quickly and the slight breeze coming in from my balcony made it very balmy for me whilst I sketched. I checked the time and having showered and changed I went downstairs to meet with Jon; he and I had arranged to meet up with Fabio, who was bringing David back from his session at the school, at reception and then we would all of us return to Valletta to continue putting up shop, so to speak.

We sat inside the hotel cafe for a while and had a drink. David explained the session had gone down well, although had he known early enough about the change would have decided on one of his workshops rather than as happened his V for Vendetta talk. The conversation went onto folks and funny names and before we knew it, David mentioned one to the two of us and it was as though three school lads had taken our places as we rolled about and laughed with tears rolling down our cheeks. It wasn't anything David had said, but the fact he began to laugh when he was trying to steady himself ready to tell us what he had on his mind. He never managed to do so and indeed had to leave via the cafe doors onto the street to regain his composure for a minute, or two before returning to his seat.

We looked at each other on his return and it all began again – by this time not only where other hotel guests watching our antics and wondering what could be amusing these Brits so much, Steve Tanner went to the bar to order a drink for he and his wife and asking for his baby's bottle to be warmed. I suppose being part of the comic fraternity, Steve understood, or at least he was polite enough not to say anything.

This fit of giggles was to return on two further occasions with Jon, David and I during our stay in Malta.

Fabio arrived in the hotel cafe to take us to Valletta; he had finished organising whatever had needed doing. Once back at the venue we decided to have a late lunch, early dinner at the Inspirations! Coffee Shop and Restaurant as the sun began to sink towards the horizon in the late afternoon. I had a lovely freshly made Maltese style pizza and it was delicious. This was accompanied by a cool Cisk followed by a glass of ice cold coke.

The afternoon wore on and we looked around the main hall, which in my area still seemed quite sparsely populated with product – I still had no books. Earlier in the day I had asked once more on the whereabouts and was assured they would arrive in time for the convention, although they were still stuck in customs. I was still worried, but could do nothing much except trust my friends and their assurances.

David, Jon and I returned to the cafe and when David asked what I wanted I said a pint of orange and lemonade to which he looked aghast – was I kidding? The headache from the start of the trip was rearing its head again a little and I decided not to indulge, even in a single drink.

Time passed as we discussed a great many things to do with the comic business and life in general. Afternoon turned to early evening and then I saw Fabio walking past the cafe windows along the corridor from the main hall. He entered the cafe, gave me a great beaming smile and announced to the world, "Mr Perkins, your comics have arrived!" It was like hearing the voice of an angel, I can tell you.

I accompanied Fabio back to the main hall where all the organisers awaited us. It was almost like being in a dream and I cannot express the utter relief I now felt. There was an air of excitement as we joined the others and there sitting on top of the table was a box from TNT – a little battered, but hopefully none of the books had suffered any damage. Fabio handed a Stanley knife to me and then offered to cut the box open for me. I have to admit to being a bit fingers and thumbs at this point, so took him up on the offer.

Then the box was opened and inside laid several brown paper packages. I lifted one of them out of the box and walked around the tabletop. I carefully and nervously opened the package and saw the cover and the title logo for the first time. It was actually real for me – Worlds End was now not just a concept it was indeed a real graphic album.

There was a huge cheer from everyone and photos were being taken all throughout the grand opening and then I showed several books to the guys, who had also been anxiously waiting to see it. The excitement continued all around me and I began to look through the book, just has Margaret had told me – it was indeed, beautiful. My Bosnian printer had created a truly gorgeous print job – the best print job I have ever seen of my work, without question. Now bearing in mind my work has seen print in some of the world's top titles for some of the biggest publishers on the planet that is truly saying something.

Still in shock and having had lots of photos taken of the event, and having shared the experience – that I had wanted to share with my family and due to the late arrival in the UK was unable to do so – I could not have asked for a greater bunch of guys to do this with. There were more than a few not quite dry eyes in that room during those moments and then I started to hear the reaction of the guys as they saw the insides of the book in their hands and it was all positive stuff – a great start to the launch.

The organisers, now my Maltese friends (something I am very honoured and proud to tell folks) have always been fantastic with me and have, as I have said before always shown me far more respect than I feel I deserve. Their smiles and the camaraderie shown during those moments will live with me forever and I could not have asked for a more perfect place to launch my first graphic novel worldwide.

Fabio took the extremely heavy box over to where my banner and other bits and pieces lay in wait for the books to join them and then I excitedly rushed back to show it to Jon and David who were still back in the bar area of the venue cafe. I had two books, one for each, and upon thrusting one into the hands of each awaited their reactions. I need not have worried as I was told this was the best work of my career and it was no wonder it had taken a while to produce. So it was with those endorsements and those of the organisers' moments before that I truly began to excitedly look forward to the launch.

I went back to the main hall and began to put the books out on display ready for the launch. No sooner had I done so than Mark Ellul came along with a man and a lady. They had been visiting the venue and looking around and had heard mention of an all-ages graphic novel being launched there on Saturday. They would not be around in Valletta over the weekend and wondered if they might take a look at the books. Mark told them he would do one better and take them along to meet the creator of the books, me.

They were a lovely couple and they asked me questions about the books and whether they were suitable for young children. When I showed them the book they loved it and asked if they could buy one there and then. They decided to purchase a second one and I signed them and was told one would be winging its way over to Australia for Christmas to a young member of their family. They thanked me and I thanked them adding they were the first people to actually physically buy the book and they were really pleased with this.

After they had gone, Mark and a couple of the others came over and I explained what had gone on and they were equally pleased. It could not be going any better. Two books sold and we were still on Thursday evening with the launch beginning on Saturday – it felt good.

I sent a text back home to Margaret and let her know the good news followed by another to my daughter, Joanne who had sent one just before I had received the books to ask how things were going. By the time I had sent this second text message she had already spoken with Margaret and back home the relief was as obvious as with me.

Returning to David and Jon we decided we would now like to eat. It was now around 9:00 a.m. and we were pointed in the direction of a nearby restaurant. When we got there, however, it was closed, so we decided to head off into Valletta and check out any others, which may have been indeed still open and serving.

We walked for a short while, taking in the night time views of Valletta's ancient streets, lined in Christmas decorations and were just about to turn back when we noticed some people seated at some small tables down along a dimly lit side street. David decided to investigate. He waved us to join him and we were fortunate enough to enter a very small restaurant Le Bistro Anglais and they were still serving food. It was very cosy and the three of us filled the place. A short time after our arrival there a couple with two young children turned up and had to have street-side seats.

We decided on Steak and salad for our repast and red wine for our tipple of choice. The owner and chef, Albert, disappeared for a short while and the loveliest smell of cooking steak permeated the small place. We chatted and laughed and the main topic for a good portion of the time before we began eating was of course Worlds End. I cannot tell you how immensely proud I was at that point both of the comments coming from two of my contemporaries, both of whom I have the greatest respect for and the fact that with the unsung help of my wife and family and close friends had managed to make the dream I had had back in the mid-seventies of creating not just a company, but also a line of hard-backed comic books a reality.

Well the meal was lovely and it seemed a shame to only have one bottle of this most exquisite red wine; chosen of course by David and may I add generously paid for by him too in honour of the event – thanks again, David, so we had another. The evening was late when we started it and time passed by so quickly with the three of us completely oblivious of the passage of time; we were enjoying the evening and the company so much. It wasn't until a much relieved Mike Quinton arrived on the scene that time caught up with us and we realised just how late it had become. He then told us he would be back in a minute, or two, as he had to go and tell the officer outside the venue that he had found us and they could forget he had asked them to help him look for us.

We paid for the meal in the meantime and when Mike returned, his tale made the four of us laugh out loud and we found ourselves on our way back to Mike's car and the trip back to the hotel. Everyone else had long-since left Valletta. Poor Mike had been looking for us for around an hour – sorry Mike.

 It was a lovely evening and the stars twinkled overhead. We returned to the hotel and we chatted in the foyer for a short while and then my bed beckoned. Friday would be a much more relaxed day for me, but a busy one for the organisers as they ferried all the remaining guests back from the airport. As usual I sorted my things for the morning and then the moment my head hit the pillow I was asleep.

Friday morning saw a rainy start with large thick rain clouds covering the entire sky.  I showered and then went down for breakfast, but there was no one else about from the convention. The previous evening's exploits had obviously had an effect on Jon and David, who were still soundly asleep in their beds. I ate my breakfast full of excitement now, with the arrival of the books and the impending launch. I went back to my room and made a few phone calls back home with some last minute arrangements for next Thursday's UK launch – after all I would only be back for a day and then I was to launch in the UK too.
   
I decided to actually sit down and read Worlds End from cover to cover and then I re-read it looking for any mistakes, typographical, or otherwise. I was and still am immensely proud of what was achieved and cannot thank those involved in the production of the graphic novel enough. By now it was late morning and I decided to continue to draw sketches for the organisers and spent a few hours doing this.

By the time I had finished them I realised I still hadn't heard from Jon, so I sent him a text message. He was out with David and Thomas Gosselin, a French comic creator. They had gone for lunch, having risen late in the morning and would be back soon.

By now I was feeling a little peckish myself and thought I would go down to the hotel cafe/bar and seek out something to eat. I decided on a coffee and a large slab (it couldn't really be called a slice) of apple tart and cream and sat down to eat my repast.

The hotel was a hive of activity as new guests seemed to arrive in an almost constant flow either arriving with one of the organisers, or from their rooms upstairs and it wasn't long before I was joined by David, Jon and Thomas. We were then joined by Steve Tanner and his family and Emma Vieceli and Kate Brown, who liked the look of the enormous slab of apple tart on my plate. Sean Azzopardi arrived and three of the original guests were now together again.

I freshened up and rejoined the other guests a short while later who had also begun congregating in the foyer beneath the Christmas tree. The Minibuses arrived and off we set for Valletta and the St. James Cavalier venue.

For most of the guests it was their first time there and we were given time to look around the centuries old fort. Finally all the guests, local artists and foreign professionals alike, were gathered together inside the main hall and Mike Quinton gave a speech. This was the first time this had happened, but then this was the biggest convention of its three years in existence with its largest contingent of guests.

He spoke about the previous two conventions, made special mention of all of their previous guests and thanked everyone – making a point to mention David, Sean and I. He also mentioned the importance of my launching the Worlds End graphic novel there to them, which was really nice and moving too.

Then it was off though the evening lights of Valletta to a nearby outdoor restaurant, the San Giovanni Cafe , for a pre-convention celebratory meal. The meal was lovely – I had a Maltese style pizza (I became quite partial to these during this convention) accompanied by a cool glass of Cisk. The time was well spent with lots of chatting, laughter and folks getting to know each other. The time passed too quickly as we were enjoying each other's company so much and soon we were told the minibuses had arrived. We made our way back to them and then off we set back to the hotel.

I was sat next to David and eventually we got back onto the subject of the strange names and the fit of laughter we had shared with Jon earlier in the week. He attempted a further three times to let me know what it was he was laughing at, each time breaking down, once more, into fits of laughter – the only thing I ascertained was that it had nothing to do with the lads name, but something else, which he couldn't tell me for laughing. It was a very humorous, if somewhat exhausting trip back to the hotel and I have to admit my sides ached by the time we got back there.
 Inside my room I prepared my things for the morning and the start of the convention. My books had arrived, they looked gorgeous and I was going to show the world tomorrow...

And now some photos of those next few days:





























Until next time, have fun!

Tim Perkins…
March 6th 2012

Malta Comic Con 2011

Part 1 Panic, Relief and Worry.

Hi Everyone,

To be asked to attend the first Malta Comic Convention ever in 2009 was a great honour for me. To be asked back for a second time was humbling. To be asked back for a third time was the greatest honour anyone has ever bestowed upon me as a comic book creator.
The organisers had asked me, over the previous two years, if my book would be ready to launch with them in Malta. On both those occasions that was impossible to achieve. When I was asked a third time, I knew I had to finish the book in 2011 to keep both my company's and my own credibility.

I accepted both the invitation to join them for a third year and also to have the worldwide launch at the convention.

2011 saw me Blog on only a few occasions and I even had Bentley, my ever faithful companion, "write" a series of Blogs during the summer months, so as to keep my presence here somewhat more acceptable than it was becoming due to my deadlines with the painting of Worlds End Volume 1 – The Riders on the Storm .

It wasn't until we met the October print deadline that I finally realised I had a chance of seeing the book launch on time at MaltaComicCon3 . So with the graphic novel at my Bosnian printers and out of my hands I readily made final plans for the convention.

The organisers had asked me, some time earlier in the year, if I would care to run the workshops again and also teach within some Maltese schools. I immediately accepted both projects and set about thinking of what I could do at the schools. Having worked for a long while within educational institutions and running my own Fantasy Art Unlimited course I already have stuff on which I can draw to make a project such as these have wings, so this was not a worry for me, thankfully.

I had also been asked on the run up to the convention, along with the other guests, if I could supply a page of art that would see my characters interact with Malta Comic Con. I quickly came up with the idea of having a three-page story whereby Gweldar the Mathemagician tries to contain the physical attributes and manifestation of Time and Space. The results of which introduce us to another of the planets in the Squatsretch star system of which Gaeyrth is the homeworld of our heroes and also take him to Malta in its far distant past and the beginnings of its temple culture.

It all sounded so easy, but I was trying to co-ordinate all the printer's needs and the shipping of the books as well. There were umpteen interviews for the Internet and for magazines and newspapers. I also had the task of creating the graphics for roller banners, email banners, adverts, bookmarks, painting the limited edition Gweldar print to accompany the Pre-Sales Orders and all manner of other art-based things. Then there was all the publicity material, a radio show, a video trailer, and the new Worlds End website to consider. But I had felt the need to add to the workload, as is my wont, with the addition of three fully painted pages of sequential art for the convention website.

The nightmare that became of the shipping began with the need to meet the dual launches of the Malta convention on the 26th and 27th of November and the UK launch the day after I arrived back in England on the 1st of December. The main consignment of books would never reach us in time, so I decided to have 50 books flown out to Malta and a second batch of 50 books flown out here to the Keep in the UK.

The amount of time spent on the telephone now makes me look in hindsight and see that it is a wonder any of it at all came to pass without much ado. I always seemed to be speaking to someone on the phone or via email and all the other things like the art for all the campaign publicity stuff, the interviews and the other art related stuff was moving as it had to, but my promised sequentials for the three-pager where long from being finished. The script took me no time at all to finish and the pencils followed suit, but I just couldn't get to the painted colours. I was running out of time – but fast!!!

I decided to do what I had done with the graphic album and employed the services of my loyal and trusted colour flats assistant, Yel Zamor, who did a sterling job. I also re-employed the services of Albert Deschesne of Comicraft fame for the lettering. Thankfully both were delivered ahead of me needing to finish the strips. All that remained for me to do was to paint them.

I had Margaret prep my clothes for me (what a little love) and I, at intervals, got my other things together for the trip. All of which was between seeing me at the computer painting. The final few days saw me desperately trying to finish the strips, collect all the printed materials and banners and organise myself. Then I heard from Chris Muscat, one of the convention organisers that the books were in Malta's customs... Phew!

The final night saw me perform yet another all-nighter and still working to finish the strips on the morning of the flight. I had to cut my cloth however and although the backgrounds were finished with only a few hours left before my lift to the airport would arrive and three pages of characters to finish and also my bags to pack, it meant I had to find a way to finish, I had to cut corners.

I decided to simply airbrush the shadows onto the characters, saving these as a new set of files, which would enable me to return to the, in my eyes, unfinished pages later.

With an hour and half to spare I packed my bags finally and looked forward to the convention, but there were still two snags to the plans, two major worries, which simply wouldn't give me any respite...

The books!!!

They were meant to arrive that day, but leaving as we did at twelve noon, we left before they did.

A good friend of mine, Derek, drove me to Manchester airport. I was waiting for the all-important text from Margaret to say the books had arrived. I did receive a text from my wife, but one, which read: "Good luck, take care. X." I went through customs with only my roller banner in tow, having checked in my main hold baggage. I sat and waited in the departure lounge after a brief look around the airport stores – my mind simply wasn't up to much at that stage. I was relaxed in the knowledge I had done everything I needed to do, but I was not fully relaxed, as I awaited the books.

Then I received a text from Margaret. It read: "The books are here! Do you want me to open them? X"

I immediately sent one back to her saying, yes, please. The relief I felt at that moment was like a whole ton of rocks had been taken off my shoulders. I was still concerned about the books in Malta, but at least we knew they were being held in customs there, but that would be another nerve-wracking experience for me during that week.

The next text from Margaret brought a small tear to my eye and I remember blowing my nose to cover this and hoping no one had noticed. This one read: "OMG, they are beautiful! X"

I remember thinking of my favourite quotation from James Joyce's Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, which goes like this, "When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I will try to fly by those nets" and thinking to myself in addition; I had just flown by those Nets!

Moments later the flight was called and I was on my way once more to my friends in Malta to launch my book for the first time there with them. The flight was soon over and I found myself at the airport in Malta where I was greeted by Mike Quinton one of the main organisers. Usually there were more of the organisers to greet you, but this year was the biggest yet, with the largest number of guests and also the majority of the St James Cavalier venue in use by the convention. So the organisers found themselves ferrying all the guests to and fro as the first ones arrived.

We arrived at the Hotel Santana after a half hours chat and journey from the south to the north of the island and were greeted by another guest and fellow UK comic creator, Jon Haward, and convention organisers, Chris Muscat, Fabio Agius, Mark Ellul and Joseph Bugeja. After an initial greeting I checked into the hotel and was given a surprise envelope. It was from one of my students on the Fantasy Art Unlimited course, Owen – he and his wife have an apartment, just around the corner from the hotel and he had been there just a few days before.

Inside the envelope, which had a funny in-joke message on it was a lovely letter from him, wishing me all the best and every success with the launch. It also contained 5 Euros for a drink of Cisk (Malta's beer) on him. I have to admit that receiving the envelope made me think of all those Simon Templar, or James Bond scenes when the hero turns up at the hotel and there is always something waiting for them. It was a great start to my week in Malta – Thanks Owen.

The first thing I asked Chris was had he news of the books? He told me they were still in customs, but things were in motion to get hold of them soon.

I literally dropped off my baggage in my room, spruced myself up a little and returned downstairs to the reception area to join the others. We decided to go for a drink across the square in a local bar/restaurant. The previous two years had seen me arrive on the Thursday around 1:30 a.m. in the morning, this year was different it was Tuesday and around nine, or ten o'clock, or so.

It was a lovely balmy evening and we all caught up on the events since we had last met. Once the organisers had left, Jon and I decided to go for something to eat. We found a nearby kebab house and ate our repast in the warm night air of Qawra.

We walked for a while and returned to our hotel and arranged to meet up early the next morning for breakfast. I returned to my room and unpacked looking forward to what the coming week would offer. The usual four-nights/five day trip was now seven nights/eight days. There was much more time to see a little more of the world outside of the convention.

Wednesday was a day off in readiness for the next day's teaching and the sun bathed me as I opened my eyes to greet the day. After breakfast Jon and I went for a stroll to the promenade not more than 150 metres from the beach beneath the sunny clime of Malta. There we treated ourselves to an ice cream and a sit down discussing the moment. We returned to the hotel where we were to meet Mike Quinton, who would take us to the St. James Cavalier. So it was that with my roller banner in tow the three of us set off for Valletta.

We arrived after the half hour journey back to Valletta, with me sat in the back of the car snapping away occasionally with my camera. With the sun beating down on us, reminiscent of most Robert E Howard "Conan" yarns we set off from the car park, taking in the new Maltese buses and the large central fountain and soon found ourselves outside the venue. Jon was totally in awe of the place; everything I had told him was now real.

We went inside and sat awhile on the second level just aside the main steps, which when first in use would have seen knights on horseback charging in and out. Mike meanwhile was organising things.

We next went around to the main hall where we would be spending the majority of the convention time within and soon found our places where we would be signing things, or at least I hoped it was; I still had no books in my possession. I tried to ignore that and get on with simply enjoying my time in Malta – always an easy task, but I was still worried.

I decided to leave the putting up of the roller banner until all of the convention materials were being erected, as it would take seconds to put up. We went for some late lunch early dinner and I enjoyed one of the venue's cafe's Maltese style pizzas and a glass of Cisk – well it was a day off of course. It was really relaxing, except for the thoughts of the books and I could see that this year Mike had lots on his mind to think about – lots to organise. The day passed quickly and was an absolutely marvellous change for me after the year's madness that had seen me producing the graphic novel.

Eventually we set off back to the hotel, where we met up with David Lloyd. He had not been in Malta long and he wanted to go for a meal. Jon and I went to our rooms to freshen up and then met up back in the hotel foyer where we met David for a drink in the bar, before going out, whilst all the madness of the flights and arrivals was concentrated on by the organisers.

David and I had already been given our instructions for the following morning and afternoon where we would each be delivering talks to schools. We still had not discussed the workshops by this time, which were due to take place on Thursday, but that could wait until the following evening after the seminars when we agreed we would get together to discuss a strategy. For now, I was to take part in the morning seminar and David the one in the afternoon.

We looked about and found a nearby Chinese restaurant and asked for a table, it was around nine by this time and David was obviously hungry, whereas I wasn't too bad, having already eaten earlier. Jon on the other hand was ready for a feast again – as always.

The restaurant was full, but they asked if we wished to wait, we did, but a little longer than the twenty minutes they mentioned, which didn't bother me, but there were two hungry folks with me, so it was a welcome relief when they told us there was a table ready for us.

My two ravenous comrades in arms ordered starters and a main each and Jon ordered a couple of side dishes too (well he is a big lad) and I ordered a main only. David, a bit of a wine connoisseur, ordered some red wine, but I ordered a pint of orange and lemonade – much to David's surprise. The headache I had been suffering on and off with for a while had returned – probably stress and work related, so I abstained from the wine, on this occasion.

Other than the bad head, which gradually eased off, the evening was well spent with it becoming a great time to catch up for the three of us – something we had not done for years and it was brilliant.

Eventually I dragged them away from the restaurant, where we had become the only remaining guests and we retired back to the hotel.

By this time it really was quite late and with an early start, for me at least in the schools I decided to call it a night – David had decided to elect for the afternoon seminar. I met Mike who had just arrived with another of the guests. He told me there was a change of plan for the following day – we were to deliver the workshops, but individually, the seminars had needed to be cancelled for various technical and logistical reasons.

With that in mind I simply reverted to UK workshop format in my head and asked if he could download a copy of my Worlds End Teaser Trailer Video , if I could get him the file sent from the UK. Luckily being an hour behind Malta time meant I was still able to contact Chris, the guys responsible for producing the video for me and he arranged for Mike to download the video onto a stick for me.

With everything set for the next day, I got my things in order for the early start and lay my head down and then it was morning...

And now some photos of these first few days, starring Jon Haward and Mike Quinton: 















Until next time, have fun!

Tim Perkins…
February 18th 2012

Meet Phoebie

A first look at my Granddaughter due to arrive in the world in June.

Hi Everyone,

Well, talk about excited...

I went along with my wife Margaret to our daughter, Joanne and her husband, Toby to the hospital on Wednesday, last week for Joanne's 20 week scan. There we witnessed for the first time the wonder of seeing our little Granddaughter, Phoebie move. It was really emotional and all I could do to contain myself.


We had seen the scan photo that Joanne had taken at the 12 week scan, but not only did we see the photo I am sharing with you today, but we saw he fidgeting about and boy, was she active!

I wanted to share this moment with you guys and I will post more news up to the great day in June.

Next up will be the long awaited Malta Comic Con 2011 Blogs, which saw me launch Worlds End Volume 1 and teach before four Maltese schools, both of which were the thrills of a lifetime.

Following this little series of Blogs will be a retrospective look back at the last twelve months here at the Keep and another looking forward to what to expect from us.

After that expect updates as with the run up to the launch of Worlds End Volume 1 as I work on the second volume, "A Hard Reign's Gonna Fall."

All that remains for today is for me to wish Joanne and Toby – CONGRATULATIONS and add I cannot wait to meet my little cutie pie, Phoebie for the first time.
  
Until next time, have fun!

Tim Perkins…
January 21st 2012

Worlds End Arrives at Last!!!

Ready for dispatch from Monday 16th January

Hi Everyone,

Well the books finally arrived on the pallets yesterday and now Volume 1 is safely tucked up in the Wizards Keep warehousing facility.

Incredibly delayed at the shipping stage, but now available to dispatch at long last, I would just like to say a how much your patience is appreciated by all of us here at Wizards Keep.

The books were finally placed in storage ready for picking earlier today.
The first batch of pre-sale orders will be dispatched from Monday 16th January and I look forward to hearing what you guys think of the books.


Folks are already being very complimentary about both the content and the production values of the printing and binding.

The next stage of the launching schedule will be the drawing of the winning name in the prize draw for the pre-sale orders. The winner, as you may know already, will receive one of just five bronze resin figurines of Gweldar the Elder, the Mathemagician from the Worlds End series. We will announce more about this soon – stay tuned for more updates.

If you have already ordered your graphic novel look for it this coming week – I can't wait to hear what you think!!!

Oh, well back to the writing of Volume 2 again after a few days break whilst the books were safely placed to bed. I have to see whether our friends are still in peril...

Until next time, have fun!

Tim Perkins…
January 13th 2012

Worlds End Talk and Signing at Blackburn Library

Thursday February 2nd

Hi Everyone,

Well here we are at the start of a brand new year and here's hoping it be a great one for everyone.

 2012 will see me undertaking a book signing tour.

At the moment I am speaking to libraries, reading groups, schools, comic shops and book stores, With that in mind if any of you reading this are involved with one of the above, or indeed any kind of venue that would appreciate a talk about the creation of graphic novel from concept to print then please drop me a line at the website address mail(at)wizards-keep(dot)com and I will endeavour to arrange something with you.

The first of my scheduled events takes place on Thursday February 2nd at Blackburn Library. This talk will include information on my career to date, but will emphasise my latest work creating Worlds End Volume 1 with some insights into what to expect in future volumes. A book signing will take place after the talk too.

Tickets for this event are available from:
Blackburn Central Library -Town Hall Street – Blackburn – Lancashire - BB2 1AG – UK

Tickets cost £1.00

Telephone: 01254 587244

twitter.com/librariesbwd 

www.facebook.com/blackburnwithdarwenlibraries

www.blackburn.gov.uk/libraries

Once again, please don't forget to check out the video trailer, which has been very successful for us as we promote the project and please also check out the new "all-ages friendly" WORLDS END Website.

http://www.worlds-end.co.uk/

I look forward to seeing some of you at the talk.

Please feel free to field any questions and please, don't be shy... I don't bite, honest.

Until next time, have fun!

Tim Perkins…
January 7th 2012

HAPPY NEW YEAR FOLKS!!!

Happy New Year – 2012

Seasonal Greetings for the Festive Period


Hi Everyone,

I hope you have all had a wonderful Christmas that tonight ends a good year and tomorrow brings you a successful New Year.

We have had delays in the shipping of the graphic novels from our printers in Bosnia, hence the lack of promotional material from us this month. Our momentum was suddenly ground to a halt following the wonderfully successful launches in Malta and here in the UK where we saw all the launch books sell out. The UK ones lasted for only an hour and half before we ran out. Something we always hoped would happen, but something, which one cannot ever predict.

We have now been told that at long last and massively overdue that the books are in the UK in customs, so hopefully they should arrive with us here this week. Once the books have been unloaded, opened and checked over they will be shipped out ASAP. Thanks to everyone that placed an advanced pre-order (some from way back in September when the pre-sales were posted on the Wizards Keep website) – we really appreciate your patience.

Provision is being put into place for any subsequent reprints and the printing of the other graphic novels in the series to ensure this kind of delay will not happen again.

The books are wonderfully printed and bound and I will be posting more about this once the books finally arrive. I will also be Blogging about my fantastic third Malta Convention where I first opened and looked at the launch copies of the books, having arrived at the airport for the flight out to Malta just before the advanced launch copies arrived here at the Keep.

This month has been a time to rest and to catch up with family and friends and I have enjoyed every moment of it. I have watched many films over this time, which has been a great change of pace, especially after the madness that was 2011 – the year of Worlds End for me.

Thanks to my long suffering friends and family that have seen little of me for a couple of years now, whilst I worked on this first volume.

Thanks also to the folks that helped me to create the first book in my graphic novel series, Yel Zamor, Albert Deschesne, Paul Finch, James Hill, and Rob Sharp – Bryan Talbot and John Ridgway for their continued support and writing their marvellous Foreword and Introductions in the book, respectively and those fortunate folk that managed to get hold a book at both of the launches and have since written to me and commented on the Internet with their thoughts on it.

Some exciting news about the Worlds End project; as well as the video trailer, which has been very successful for us as we promote the project, please check out the new "all-ages friendly" WORLDS END Website.

http://www.worlds-end.co.uk/

Here you will see the first pages from the story and lots of extras. You will also be able to purchase the books and other Worlds End related products. Over time you will also see some specially written stories from the saga, which you can read online.

On a personal note I am about to begin writing the final draft for volume 2, later than I had first thought, but I had needed to take the break as a much necessary rest. Once this is done I will begin the process of drawing again. Look for some posts soon here and on the Wizards Keep and Worlds End websites where I will share some early pencil artwork.

All that remains before the next batch of Blogs in the New Year is for me to wish one and all an incredibly Happy New Year!!!

Until next time, have fun!


Tim Perkins…
December 31st 2011