So, I regretfully inform you that I will NOT be attending the New York Comic Convention next weekend. Yeah. I KNOW. Don't even...DON'T! I'm gutted. It's not been an easy decision (Rarely does one buy flights, pay for a table, secure accommodation and then pronounce, "Nah, don't fancy it.") but it's one that has been made for ultimately good - great, even - reasons.
|Nick Roche's sadface, yesterday.|
I was so looking forward to my trip to the States, and not just because there are no cats there, and the streets are paved with cheese (important to me due to my allergies, and lactose-dependency). Hopefully, I can make it out sometime in 2014. And hopefully you'll come see me too.
For those who had pre-ordered commissions, and would still like them completed and mailed out, please contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org and we can sort something out. I'm so sorry I
won't get to meet you all in person. My erstwhile tablemate Andrew Griffith will still be doing some amazing sketches and some equally impressive signatures at table CC3 at Artist's Alley. He'll be the impractically handsome one with twice the legroom he was expecting.
Massive apologies then, folks. Hopefully the pay-off will be the cracking comics available from me in 2014. See you then?