Bitter? Who me?

So - finally, we found out who won the Jonathan Cape short graphic story competition. Was it Charlotte and I... no it wasn't. The first prize went to this entry here. The second prize went to this entry here. Those two links go to the first page of each. See what you think. For want of comparison, you can read our entry - The Fire Sermon - here.

Looking at these entries (the winner of which was published in the Observer today), they were obviously looking for something very different from what we could have ever delivered. I'm seriously not bitter at all because the deadline made me finish something faster than I would have normally.

...and that's probably all I should say about it lest my big mouth gets me into trouble in the future.

Still - if you've got the time to take a look at those winning entries and also The Fire Sermon, we would both be interested in any comment you may wish to leave.

In other news, I'm thinking about starting a competition of my own over at Zodiac Lung. It's a short story competition and all you have to do is submit some hand-drawn tat that you did in your lunch hour and one day, sometime in the future, we'll scoop random bits of paper out of a stove-pipe hat and give you some cash for your trouble. Sound good? Start drawing chumps!