Glastonbury was once again amazing this year, absolutely scorching the whole time and it was great to be there with Kayla. I have a set of photos from the festival over on my Flickr.

In the last comic I was in Toronto, dining with Marc and Anna. Marc has since done his own comic based on his outbursts in The Keg. I think this has been the first time our comics about the same event were on our sites at the same time.

Then suddenly this week I’ve skipped nearly 2 months ahead to relaxing on the Sunday at Glastonbury waiting for Stevie Wonder to come on. I’ve made this little leap forward mostly because TCAF (the reason I was in Toronto) was one of the best shows I’ve ever been to, and such was too outstanding to cover in The Everyday. Though I’m sure Marc will probably have a strip or two about it, possibly about the panel we were both on. Anyway, since returning and heading off for Glasto either not that much happened or that Everyday part of my brain is getting weary. This is one of the reasons I feel it is a good time to end this comic, I’m just not finding my daily life as full of material for comics as I once did.

So, I have the last 3 comics planned out, I just need to draw them. And I really hope you’ll find them funny.

Yes, that’s supposed to be Damon Albarn. Shut up.

Finally, I’ve reached the end of the Glastonbury comics. Not helped by a two week delay due to lots of freelance work. Those with a good memory may recall I said they’d be two more Glasto strips, so where did the other one go? I do have a strip in mind about the Saturday at the festival but I felt it didn’t really fit in with The Everyday on its own. So instead it will be an extra for the Glastonbury ’09 Comic Postcard book I’ll be putting together soon, to be released at an upcoming show.

Check the blog below for news about what’s been happening while I’ve been absent and get ready for some black and white Everyday next Monday.

I think my Karma is broken.

The band is Fleet Foxes if you couldn’t tell and they played a blissfully relaxed set, perfect for lazing in the sun at a festival. Get a feel of what is was like to be there from this video I found while looking for reference.

And this was the time I met Steve Lamacq.

My aim for these Glastonbury comics was to try and capture a bit of the feeling of the festival, what it is like to live in this city of tents for 5 days and witness the weirdness and the wonder of the place, while also keeping true to the everyday nature of my comics. However when an event like the death of arguably the most famous person alive occurs, I felt I had to write about it. The news didn’t really overshadow any of the rest of the festival, but for that Thursday night after a drunk and joyful day I couldn’t contain my thoughts and feelings about it and ranted on for hours to my poor, poor friends.

I considered writing a sentence or two in the last panel, to try and sum up how Michael Jackson was the coolest person in the world to any kid when I was young, how the Bad album on vinyl was one of my most treasured possessions or how I can’t remember liking any musical artist or band before him. But it all felt pithy in a way, there’s nothing I could say that would be any kind of epitaph for the man, for his limitless talent and his troubled life. So I hoped that a simple picture of me doing my MJ dance moves would say at least something, and might even raise a smile in memory.

Kate Beaton linked to a comic by Sally Bloodbath that embellishes a similar memory and I really, really enjoyed it. She is perhaps a couple of years younger than me so it is the Dangerous album that meant as much to her as Bad did to me, and as Thriller did to the kids older than me.

And if any other comic artist have drawn themselves busting out a moonwalk I’d like to see it.

One year, 2004 I believe, it took me 23 hours and 45 minutes to get a ticket. My brain was frazzled after staring at the computer and being on the phone for that amount of time, stopping only briefly to eat food my housemates had brought me. Thankfully this year I was only a sleepy, ticket buying zombie for 45 minutes.

GLAS-TON-BURY!

Beth and I were having a contest to see who was the worst at bowling, Beth won but only just. Co-starring Beth’s friends Laura and Stuart.

(Sorry that this has been posted later in the day than usual, I really couldn’t get to ink it before this morning)

This was on the way to the UK Thing last weekend. Beth is an old friend from Manchester and let me stay at hers the night before, and for such kindness she receives her very own avatar:

She is one very lucky girl! And you could be lucky too if enter this contest to win a copy of The Everyday Collection One (also available to purchase from the store). The contest is still open because no-one has guessed right yet proving I am lousy at drawing my own toys. Lousy.