It’s been some time since the last time I left any deposit of worth upon the Internet. Remember, to build up momentum to write something profound, entertaining or perhaps useful to certain folks takes immense creativity. Recently, my creativity has failed me, thus leading to the point of thinking “Why bother?”

I tried a long time ago to be profound and indeed creative, thinking about why certain things are the way they are, but this was in different times, away from London, where if you let it, the anger builds up until you end up with the title sequences of Macgyver.

You need a break from the cold harsh world that we live in, and as I made an effort to leave the confines of the bat cave that is my hotel room / studio flat / set for a crap BBC 3 sitcom, to head over to the London Comic Con over at the court of Earl, perhaps it’s time to enlighten what occured in a comical, yet highly disjointed manner.

Now considering the rash of geeky, spotty filled posts spread very thin upon thy site, this is potentially the post which signals the Hughes train has derailed off the track of life with all souls lost in a fireball of woe and the government inquiry ruled “Never mind…. Pot of Jam?”

However, not being one to shy away from the sick freak that I have become, or Golem to those in the know, why not force your minds into a coma with some lovely wee-coloured pictures of the day?

Yes, some of them are wee coloured, simply due to two things; terrible lighting and I’m a bit rubbish at taking pictures, though this picture outside raised questions, mainly was the woman smiling, going to make a run for it as she was carrying 60KG of crack?

Mind you, it didn’t really compare to the Tube ride over. A load of people were dressed as what I can only begin to guess was something from those crap Japanese cartoons.

You know the ones, where they talk at 50 miles an hour about crap you can’t possibly understand and then they fight each other by standing still. What made it even better, a priest got on the tube and looked scared at them all the way along. One of those moments in life where you think; Is that seat flammable?

Well, here we are in the Sunday market. Seriously, it was like a Sunday market, except at one end was the people off the telly, and everywhere else, there were lots and lots of stalls selling toys and comics. I’m serious.

But the place didn’t seem to have that much really, you could have had a good look around in about 20 minutes, wonder what the fuss was about, and go off for some scones, muttering all the while about young people.

Don’t get me wrong, if you hung around long enough, there were talks from the people off the telly, Street Fighter 4, and Pie being served for too much money in the cafe thing upstairs, but it’s not enough to keep going for longer than an hour at best.

I suppose that is a true downside to it all. Unless you’re really, really into all this….world of tat, then more than likely you’ll still be recovering in the alley after being mugged for a ham sandwich from the Saturday night before, at least that’s more likely than people turning up to a exhibition with a guy dressed as a dog.

But there was a legitimate reason to be there among the people of Blackpool, and that was to meet some of the people off the telly. And not just any people, I fully intended to meet two people of choice with a third being a bonus in hindsight;

Yes, I had the opportunity to spend a couple of minutes chatting to Mr Michael Ironside, star of tv and film too numerous to appear all here listed, and to add to it all, he is the voice of Sam Fisher from the successful Splinter Cell games. I kid you not, he really is a fantastic chap, even after I asked if he ever had hair in anything he’s done. Yes, that’s true.

But we also had a chat about other subjects, some which did raise an issue about the business practises of Ubisoft (the makers of Splinter Cell) as it goes, and it was only after hearing from the man himself what happens in certain situations when dealing with the French, that you start to think. It was a great experience and if ever I got to talk to him again, I’d have to buy him a beer. Great man, he really is.

And then the last picture of the day….Jewel Staite, the sexy doctor from Stargate Atlantis, and also from the series Firefly. In all honesty, I do have the hots for her, let’s be honest, given the queue for the pictures were 99% men, I wasn’t the only one.

But I did also have a brief talk with her beforehand, and she is dainty. I mean that in a nice way, Jewel really was a sweet, almost innocent woman, and that only helped to make her more endearing. Come on Paul, she’s married, walk away….

But it appears from talking to the lovely Jewel, that none of the Atlantis cast have been approached for any further work on the franchise, like what happened with the DVD films for the original series. Come on MGM, give us more Atlantis!

I did talk to Michael Shanks, aka Daniel Jackson from Stargate SG-1, but I made myself more of an arse there, so let’s move on from that….err….

So there we have a lot of drivel about the Sunday spent out and about with a lot of people who shared an interest in TV and film stuff. Not a bad thing in the grand scheme of things, it did cost a lot for the day with getting in early etc, but I got to meet some really nice people from the showbiz world, and some others there from the day as well, including a one-legged woman who writes porn.

Not often I write that sentence either. Bonus.