The Morning After Post.

Having a bit of a Dredd reunion, due in no small part to having read only last weekend the complete Cursed Earth.  That explains the Dredd pics. So. Time to clear out the inbox.  In answer to Lev's question, current groovy tunes playing in and around the House of Joe this glorious weekend are Blowfish by Bob Geldof, Until You Come Back To Me by Floy Joy, Fascinating Rhythm by Bass-O-Matic, Freedom Fighters by Two Steps From Hell, Les Fleurs by Ramsey Lewis, and I Am the Black Heart of the Sun by Rotary Connection.

And, Michael B, one of my favourite series that fell by the wayside was Cary Bates and Gene Colan's 'eighties new format maxi-series Silverblade.

It was a great little series, about a washed-up typecast actor who is granted the power to become any character that he has played on screen for real by a magic bird.  Unfortunately, it's largely forgotten now, and, doomed forever to dwell in that special little corner of the DC universe reserved for Slash Maraud and Skreemer.  Oh, well.

David, here's Maria Whittaker.

And, for Josh, Michelle Marsh.

And, for no apparent reason, what-so-ever, here's some Enric Torres.