And I have got nothing to offer you, no-no-no-no-no. Just this heart deep and true (which you say you don't need)

[Soundtrack] [Obamageist]

Last Sunday I was at the overwhelmingly good and varied Comiket, part of the Comica Festival at the ICA.

Gareth Can-I-Borrow-Your-Toilet Brookes organised a cartoon wall as part of the event: a multi-paneled wall à la Raphael on which Comiketicipants were asked to riff off a randomly assigned line from Watchmen, in charcoal. (Although some people cheated by smuggling in their own art materials and colours, the cads!)