Asking Alan

August 8th, 2008

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Oh go on then, Justin.

The problem with the premise of this is, of course, that you’d find yourself sitting next to Alan Moore on a train anyway. I mean, in the average boarding-public-transport crush you’d probably want to do almost anything to avoid sitting next to anyone who looked like this. Eh? Eh? You know what I mean.

After giving momentary free reign to my inner Clarkson, on with the allotted task. So, with what to pass the time, Mr M. as the timeless wonder of the English countryside rolls by? Try this:

1. What is it about the Midlands that has made it such a fertile matrix of British subterranean culture?

2. If you’re such a big mate of Michael Moorcock, isn’t it about time you both sat down and wrote something together (as the results could be so good they might cause some sort of spontaneous metaphysical event in which all crap, mendacity and evil in the world instantly winked out of existence), instead of relying on the occasional in-joke like inserting Jerry Cornelius in yet another instalment of the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (actually, that’s probably going to be pretty good)?

3. Do you want to hold ‘em while I punch , or vice versa?

I tag no further, but feel free to pick this up if you like: just post a link to me here.