My heavily decorated Picture Diary was on its last legs by this stage, January 1978. I was 16 years old, and working towards my O levels that summer. I was also getting more serious about writing and drawing comics, and it was possible that things might actually start happening in my life. Or not, it certainly doesn't make a riveting read yet. Okay, it snowed. That was quite a big deal.
The illustrations have, appropriately, faded too. They were from Banda, the school magazine which I edited and produced most of. It was run off on a Banda machine, which produced a weedy purple ink, with a smell much stronger than its actual permanence. These images have almost gone, haven't they? I should imagine the next time I look at these pages they'll have evaporated forever.
They're from a strip called The Hawk, co-written by me and Steve Noble when I'd visited him in Bristol over the Christmas and New Year period, and drawn by me through the novel method of pressing hard with a biro so you could make an impression on a carbon/purple copy sheet below. The type had to be hammered through, on a manual typewriter, on the same carbon paper sheet, with no scope for error.
Try and tell the kids today the effort we had to go to to see something in print, and they won't believe you.
My Record For The Day was new at the time, though it's hard to imagine that ever being the case.
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