I surely did deserve it. Just after this when I managed to get upright and Gary caught up he said he saw me laughing at his shrieking and lifted his hand to where I was in his vision and flicked his fingers. Beware the men of science.

Who’s who?: The big guy in the long coat is of course Gary. Behind him is his housemate Andrew, infront is his brother Scott Lawson and walking next to me is Scott’s son (and Gary’s nephew) Dylan Lawson. I feel I haven’t quite captured Dylan’s likeness that well, so Dylan, if you’re reading, sorry about that, I’ll do better next time.

I should have titled this comic The Lawsons: On Ice!

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.

It will only be a matter of time before I have a friend called Moriarty.

(Friends, if you want to sponsor Gary go here.)

There is little that can match the primal fear of being shouted at by a 7 foot Giraffe drinking cider.

The gorilla is called Koko and more can be found out about her at her own website and, of course, on Wikipedia.

In case you were wondering, A Scally is a ill-mannered, tracksuited youth, the slang originates from the term Scallywag. And Gary is wearing a Lady’s Masquerade mask and was upsetting all who were there.

You may have noticed that there wasn’t an Everyday last week, again I apologise for that and hope to make it up to you with some extra artwork and the news that there will definately be two strips again this week. I’m just not happy not doing this twice a week, I’m glad to be back on track.

Both issues 7 and 8 are available in the Store.

You catch yourself doing some odd things when you live alone. Also, Little Adam returns and he don’t like Wham!

I love how Johnny is wearing a mask.

Well, here we are, the last day of new comics every weekday. If you’re one of the few who’ve been along for the ride I sincerely thank you for reading and I hope you’ve enjoyed the 24 strips so far. There’s plenty more on the way, three next week for instance, and at least one a week after that.

As for this strip, I suppose panel 1 is a kinda-sequel to The Everyday #13 and will weird Gary out again when he reads this comic about himself reading a comic about himself. He can’t handle the idea of the infinite very well. Panel 2 marks my second reference to Mister Jeffrey Brown, the first being in The Everyday #20. It also mentions my friend Kev’s (and James’) club night in Manchester. If you like the sound of it from the band list on the flyer (the writing is too small you say? oh well) then you can keep informed of their indie disco mayhems at the Dot Dash MySpace. And panel 3 is just so so wrong it must be right, right?

Seeya next week.

I am a Hologram that only Gary can see and hear.

From time to time, when my enourmous ego will allow it, The Everyday will not be all about me. It will feature the stories of my friends and the comics they might make if they could draw and didn’t have proper jobs curing diseases and stuff.